I'm pleased with how things are going on a daily basis. Every morning, I come in with flowers or roses on my table. And he always invites me to lunch or breaks. We both have likes and dislikes when it comes to certain things. We are very similar, but there is one major difference: my son.

"Kiera."

I looked up from my slouched position at the table piled high with paperwork. Esan stood in front of me, one hand on his black pants.

“Sir? Do you need anything?" I inquired quickly.

"Do you mind if I drive you home later?"

"Sir!" My eyes glazed over as I was startled.

"I've...