Brainwashed

Roman's POV

"Make sure to attend the meeting with Mr Montez today on my behalf, okay?" I said, handing over the tablet to Nathan who nodded.

I raised a questioning eyebrow at Nathan when he still remained standing in front of me, after I had instructed him on how to go about the schedule of the day.

"Yes. How may I help you? Why are you still here?" I asked.

He shuffled in a spot before answering. "I noticed you have been spending most of your time at the office, so I just wanted to know if everything is fine."

I frowned as I placed my pen on the table and observed Nathan.

Since the past eight years that he had been working with me, he had never dared to ask me about my personal life and him asking at that moment made me feel somewhat pathetic.

Did I look that heartbroken?

"Everything is fine, why do you ask?" I muttered coldly.

"Forgive my inquisitiveness, sir. My curiosity got the best of me when I noticed that for the past three days, you've been going home quite late in the night