HERA ADMITS that her job is easy. It’s just that she needs to deal with Dylan Angelo's bipolarity. Even if she wants to avoid the man but she can’t.

She was staring at the wall clock, waiting for it to strike twelve when Dylan blocked the view. She then frowned but forced a smile afterward. ‘You need to be kind to your boss,’ said the other corner of her mind. “Do you need anything, Boss?” she said, there was still a lace of sarcasm in her voice.

“Let’s have lunch,” he said in a monotone. It’s a statement, not a question which she didn’t reply back and just show how...