"Why didn't you let me-"

"Because you have a great responsibility on your head. You cannot raise personal disputes by a mock." I explained to her, passing her a faint smile.

"But…" She mumbled, looking away.

"Control your hot-blooded young blood." I teased, pushing her from my shoulder a little.

She frowned, rolling her eyes, "I have begun to detest this word ‘young’ now."

I chuckled and was about to say but De Villiers came, "Good Morning, Boss."

"Hey." She hummed, waving her hand at him casually.

“Everyone is waiting for you.” He told her, she hummed, taking a seat.

“Let them. I never justified the time for the meeting...