Chapter 8

*Alejandro*

I couldn't bring myself to look at Anna for long, fearing that I may want to pull her up, so I treated her a bit cold. Not because I wanted to but because I had to. I tried to keep my work life from my personal life as I have always done.

How did she suddenly start working here? The last time we spoke, she never mentioned looking for a job.

She was slightly startled by how I treated her, but I'll have to apologize afterward, just not now.

I pushed the file I was reading to the side. I couldn't concentrate anymore. I bent down and massaged my template. I raised my head when I heard a knock on the door. Slowly, the door pushed open, and Anna stepped in.

She walked gently towards me, and I had to force my head to keep looking down. I only raised it when she stopped in front of me.

“Sir, there's some…”

The door opened abruptly, shutting her up. She swallowed and turned. Their heels clicked sharply on the floor. And she stepped in, Clara. I stood.

“Honey,” she called and