A Gentleman

Katya

For the second time in the duration of hours, Kyrian stood in front of my office table, his hands clasped together awkwardly,

"Are you sure you will be alright for the rest of the day, ma'am?"

There was a hint of worry in his tone, as well as a stretched awkwardness between us.

I looked up from the multiple tabs on my screen, removing myself from the sham of a work I had been pretending to be at for hours.

It was all to distract myself from picking up the phone close to me and dialing Ferrara,

Or that private number, which not even my high tech security team could trace.

It was just like everything in my life these days;

Confusing jumbles of dead ends.

My head hurt and the dull ache in my heart throbbed, growing into a full sized tremor.

And problem was, with all the problems I was facing in my life, I still wanted to call the one man in the centre of them all, and ask what was so important for him to miss dinner.

I was also heavily tempted to show him the picture and ask what h