“So about your work?” Celine couldn't stop herself from asking the first question out of the numerous questions she has been piling up to ask her friend.

Rachael got an orange juice and filled it into two glass cups, she walked back to her friend that's now sitting on her bed and handed over a glass to her.

“Thank you!” Celine mouthed and gulped half of the content down her throat before dropping it beside her on the bed. It's as if Rachel knew how thirsty she was.

“Well, work has been pretty tough with my dickhead boss deteriorating my mental health.” Rachel groaned, sitting on the bed beside her...