Forty Nine

Jasmine got into Donovan’s office and saw him working like always. She stopped in front of him - on the other side of the desk. Donovan didn't share her a glance, he didn't pay any form of attention to her at all.

“Do you need something, sir?” She asked, looking at him. Jasmine expected him to say something to her, or give her some sort of attention even if it were mild.

“Nothing, you can go,” he replied without looking at her still. Without any emotion, it was neutral. It was dull. It wasn't like Donovan Rolland. It was different.

Jasmine seemed to have gotten used to his way of expression, and now, it was gone. Like cold but not cold.

“Uhm, okay.” Her lips formed a thin line as she walked away. It was strange to her. The way he was feeling was hard to read, it was always hard but this was harder.

Jasmine went back to her position and did her work for the day. Donovan didn't send for her, he sent for Amira instead every time. It was as though Donovan was avoiding her. Jasmine nev