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Luciano

I place my head on the desk as I think back to Willow. I couldn't stop thinking about her. How she's currently coping, I could see how stressed she was from the morning. All I know is that her workers today are going to suffer a fit of Willow.

She even got madder than I , at a point I got confused as to if it was truly me they were talking about. She took it really personal.

I grab my phone and I call her hoping she isn’t too stressed to pick up her calls. Her voice comes up and I answer immediately.

"Hey," I say the moment she answers the phone. I lean back on the chair as I fix the phone properly on my ear.

I can tell she is not happy about something. A little time I am able to read her emotions, any small disruption in her day ruins the entire day for her.

"Are still angry about what happened in the morning?" I ask as I grab a tiny sculpture from the table. I play around with it on my free hand.

"No, I just have been really busy with work. The stress is getting to m