59 - Montevidad

I'm pleased with how things are going on a daily basis. Every morning, I come in with flowers or roses on my table. And he always invites me to lunch or breaks. We both have likes and dislikes when it comes to certain things. We are very similar, but there is one major difference: my son.

"Kiera."

I looked up from my slouched position at the table piled high with paperwork. Esan stood in front of me, one hand on his black pants.

“Sir? Do you need anything?" I inquired quickly.

"Do you mind if I drive you home later?"

"Sir!" My eyes glazed over as I was startled.

"I've been wanting to do this for a long time. But I can't seem to stop myself from approaching. It's as if there's something in you that makes my heart want to like you."

My mouth dropped open. I looked down, wishing to dislike Esan. But then I said something else. "It's entirely up to you.

On his handsome face, I could clearly see a drawing of joy. He appeared to be a teen who was ecstatic about what I had said.

Office off.