DIANE’S HEARTACHE

Diane’s P.O.V.

“Diane, are you still not done?” Sheena asked.

She was the only one who had a high-pitched voice among my colleagues in the finance team. She was also one of my friends here, who had the Account Supervisor role. She was my batchmate in terms of passing the CPA board exam, but she already graduated last year and worked here first.

“J-Just a minute and I’m coming out…” I snorted in response. I tried to hide it, but I couldn’t help and let her know that I was crying. Based on the tone of my voice, it was indeed obvious and Sheena wasn’t naive like me...