KRISHe pushes open the door gently, and walks in.My eyes fall on his finger immediately. He's wearing his wedding ring.“Good morning,” he says,As soon as he notices where my attention is at, he places his hand into the pocket of his joggers.“Good morning,” I respond, facing the papers immediately.My heart is steadily drumming against my chest, and I don't even think I can bear seeing his face for one more minute.“How are you?” He asks,This time he isn't the proud, arrogant boss I've grown to know. He is soft, and careful, trying not to cross the line.“I'm fine. How was your wedding night?” He doesn't respond.I look up to find him watching me. “How was it?” I push further,“Let's not talk about that,” he says, taking a seat.He has returned to his original self.“Yes, you're right.” I agree, closing the file. “Let's talk about the pile of work we have left,”“No, not that.”“Okay. Then let's talk about why after I cleared your schedule for two weeks straight, you went ahead
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