(Rosiean Liliana St. Clair’s Point- of-View)

Your mind goes crazy. Losing all your senses.

“Ma’am…” There was a voice calling.

You could not think. Your brain could not function well

“Ma’am.” For the second time, a woman's voice could be heard calling out my attention.

With my gaze diverted away from the screen of my laptop, I saw my secretary, who was now standing in front of me with my desk in between us. Her face was a smattering of worry.

Seeing someone looking at a computer screen would make me feel uneasy, as would anybody else. Maintaining a poker face... was not saying anything, but a tear streamed down...