"....it's Sunday. You are my PA, do I need to remind you of your job? My parents are not problematic. What do you mean my mom is checking up on you when she can just walk in anytime she wants?"

The door was ajar and I could see Mateo. He seemed pressed. Like working on something and according to his call, his parents and PA were having a clash. I went inside.

Mateo was at his desk. Papers spread out. His laptop open on the table, faint glow across his face with his phone to his ear.

I think he heard me walk in because he looked up almost immediately...