CHAPTER 27— CARE...?

After an hour or so, Lexie was done with the job she was assigned and Zheme, the same man she now found annoying, sat beside her the whole time, telling her to use black instead of brown and white instead of orange.

She could've barely focused, but after a while, she learnt the art of ignoring and she utilized it well against him. She blocked out his voice or rather him in particular and only now did she acquiesce to acknowledge his presence.

He was still seated beside her, chin resting delicately in his palm as he looked at the screen. "Is it done?"

Lexie rolled her eyes, reclining in her seat. " Doesn't it look like it's done?"

Zheme shrugged. "It does, but why brown instead of black?"

"If you want it black, do it yourself, but answer this question first... 'Have you ever seen anyone sticking to black and white when doing a presentation?'"

Zheme