Chapter 9 With You

• The office was quiet, the only sound being the soft hum of the air conditioning and the occasional rustle of papers. Tristan was seated behind his desk, his eyes focused on the screen of his laptop. Samantha who's seated across from him, her notebook open, ready to take down any instructions, can't avoid to glance nervously on his furrowed thick brows.
• Lately, she can still able to joke around but after sometime the surrounding's seems to be suffocating.
• "Firstly, you need to manage my schedule," Tristan began, his voice cold and business-like. He doesn't even look at her.