Chapter 32 An Advice From The Enemy

• "Hey, Riana."
• I turned from the lunch I was making for Blake and myself. Ellen rarely ate with us these days, always used the company as an excuse. But I guess I could understand her. Putting in all those hours was surely not easy.
• Maybe when Blake was finally better and had resumed his position, I could tell him to secure a nice position for Ellen, at least, to appreciate her efforts in holding the fort for him.