Once home, Eileen finally had the chance to sit down and ask Rafael about the injuries on his face.

"I got into a fight," he said.

"With whom?" Eileen asked anxiously.

Rafael smiled, handing Eileen a glass of water. "Don't worry, just some colleagues from work."

"Why did they fight you?" Eileen frowned. Rafael's colleagues seemed too unruly.

"It was about the project, coupled with the vigor of youth, fights happen," Rafael explained.

"But I've never seen you fight before," Eileen's brow furrowed tighter as she listened.

"The recent projects haven't been going smoothly, and tensions are high."

"No, this is unacceptable," Eileen felt it was too dangerous. "I think...