“How is she?” Xavier asked Private, who he had invited into his home office.
Private always came whenever his boss required his presence. In some weird way, Xavier considered him a friend even though he was too proud to admit it.
“She’s fine,” he answered and reclined in his seat, showing that was all he planned to say on the matter.
Xavier sighed. “You know what I mean. What is she doing these days? Where is she staying? How is she coping?”
He knew the response Private would give even before he answered.
“Remember you asked me not to tell you no matter how much you asked. She said she wants to move on. You promised to give her space,” he said.
Xavier placed his hands on the table in defeat and shut his eyes. What had he been thinking when he made such an odd request?
“It’s been almost two weeks. I’ve changed my mind. I want to know now.”
“You made me swear not to tell you anything no matter how much you asked,” Private reminded him again.
“Since when do you do everyt
