Chapter 83

Anaya

"Hey Anaya, Anaya. Get up, girl."

I grumbled and opened my eyes to see Cia staring at me, her eyes filled with concern. I woke up to find that I had slept in my office last night. My neck was stiff from sleeping with my head down on the desk. My hand was clutching the photo of Nicolas and me.

"Good morning," I murmured as I took the coffee she was holding in her hand. I rubbed my neck, trying to ease the tension in it.

She curled her lips into a thin line. "Anaya, this cannot be healthy for you," she added while squinting her eyes. "You rarely sleep, and when you do, you sleep in the office. You're working yourself to death. This is not how Nicolas would want you to be."

I sighed and closed my eyes. "Cia. I appreciate your concern for me, but I'm not in the mood this early in the morning."

She groaned, "Don't try to evade my words, Anaya."

"Look who is talking," I taunted. I have been trying to talk to her about Noah and her, and she constantly ignores my words.

"What do