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Layla typed noisily on her laptop as she occasionally looked up as if she was waiting for someone. Well, Nolan, her boss, was not at work today, and she just wondered why he didn't show up.

She felt maybe he would be coming late; that was why she occasionally looked up to see if he was coming, though it was involuntarily.

She didn't want him to show up, but she just couldn't stop her head from looking upwards each time she heard a noise.

She heard footsteps, and she quickly looked up. "Sir," the chair made a screeching sound as she stood up, but it was Xander's face that came into view, not Nolan's.

"Layla, how are you doing?" He waved at her, approaching her table.

"I'm good," she smiled sheepishly as he dropped some files on the table.

"Nolan said I should give you these," he informed as Layla nodded slowly.

"You should get them ready before tomorrow, and he will not be coming today," he added.

"Thanks, sir," she thanked him, feeling kind of glad that Nolan would not be at work to