The receptionist smiled and stopped Sasha. "Hello, do you have an appointment?"

She had witnessed the moment when the security guard carried Sasha out. She naturally knew that Zane did not welcome the latter, so she couldn't let her go up. Sasha yawned. "I'm here to see Annalise."

The receptionist froze.

Without waiting for a response, Sasha stepped into the elevator and pressed the close button.Belongs to (N)ôvel/Drama.Org.

By the time the receptionist came back to her senses, the elevator had already gone up. Her face turned pale. What should she do?

Sasha pushed the door open and walked into the office.

Before Zane could say anything, Sasha proactively explained, "I'm here to see Annalise."

I had just turned on my computer and was about to start working on a diagram when I heard Sasha's words.

I turned around in surprise.

Sasha directly sat next to me. "Can we add each other on Instagram?"

Wasn't she treating me as a rival just a few days ago?

Though I was puzzled, I still handed my phone to Sasha.

After adding me as a friend, Sasha leaned against me and said, "I'm so sleepy. Let me take a nap."

I felt utterly helpless.

Why didn't she sleep at home if she was tired? And why did she specifically come to Zane's company?

I shook my head and continued with my work.

Zane stood in front of me, his voice full of disdain. "I'll have the security guard throw her out."

"It's fine."

After all, Sasha was a girl. It would ruin her image if she were thrown out onto the street. So, I disagreed with Zane's suggestion. "She's just here to sleep. She hasn't disturbed us." Zane was left speechless.

Since he hadn't returned to his office yet, I whispered, "Once she wakes up, I'll have her leave."

"Okay."

...

Zane went back to his desk, looking at Sasha from a distance.

Yesterday, he made up many excuses just to get Annalise to drink with him.

When Annalise got drunk, it was still him who took the initiative to get closer, gently supporting her, and only then did she lean on his shoulder.

But Sasha could just walk in, exchange contact information, and then casually have intimate contact with Annalise?

Zane felt it was unfair.

Suddenly, he heard his phone's notification sound. Opening Instagram, he saw Annalise's message.

"You've been staring at Sasha for a while. Did you suddenly realize that you actually like her?"

...

Zane turned his head, and he just happened to meet my gaze.

I was afraid of waking up Sasha, so I didn't make a sound. Instead, I mouthed to him, "Do you need me to give you two some alone time?" When Zane frowned, I realized he probably didn't understand what I was saying, so I quickly sent the message to him.

Zane replied instantly, "No. I just want her to leave quickly."

I realized I had misunderstood Zane's intentions. I immediately put my phone down and went back to working on the sketch.

But maybe it was because I had drunk too much yesterday. I still felt a bit uncomfortable.

I rubbed my temples.

Then, a large thermos container landed in front of me.

I looked up in surprise.

Zane stood before me, his usual cold and stern expression now carrying a touch of gentleness. "Hangover soup. Drink it."