Dahlia returned to her office a little disgruntled.
She hadn't even gotten her first paycheck yet.
Feeling the back of her neck, she pulled the chair down to sit down, then turned on her computer.
After typing on it for a while, she breathed out and glanced toward the door, narrowing her eyes slightly.
She was certain she turned off her computer before leaving yesterday, but her door… that she didn't lock.
She didn't have any valuables in it and a theft where her computer got stolen would be the business of the company, so she didn't think it was okay to go through the hassle of changing the locks.
Lowering her head, a tired sigh escaped her lungs as she masssged the space between her brow.
But come to think of it, what did Maya mean by that?
It was none of her business if she reciprocated the feeling of a man, so why did she feel the need to share such meaningless info with her?
