Chapter 67 - Ours

*Craig Wyatt Einar's POV*

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The sound of every stroke of the pencil touching the paper is the only thing that I could hear, and I do love the sound of it. It's almost silent. And it's my only escape from the busy yet lonely world here in the office whenever the dismissal time comes.

After sketching a few more touches of my masterpiece of the week, I let out a sigh as my gaze turned to the area where the owner of the face that I have been sketching for the last hour, used to sit and wait for any order that I will tell her. And a smile crept on my face as I remembered those times when she sits there, facing her computer, and wearing her grumpy face whenever I let her do something twice or thrice again and again just to mess up with her. 

Oh, Maia, when can I finally see you agai