My eyes blur as I walked outside the elevator entering our floor. No. That’s probably nothing.

The feeling of seeing them in his office when they were just the two of them meant nothing else. Maybe I just feel really bad for me to be like this. Or is it because we didn't finish well yesterday that I'm worried?

I blinked my eyes for a lot of times so that the tears would vanished. Trying to control my expression I went into my table. And saw another pile of papers in there.

My shoulders slumped in frustration. I feel like I really don't have a chance to rest. I have...