Chapter 33 If Women Can Say What They Mean, Then the Regina Georges of the World Wouldn't Exist!

Rachel carefully kept her draft away. Since she did not get enough sleep the night before, she gave a long yawn before slumping over her desk and took a nap.

Nathan, who had been observing Rachel from his office the entire time, slowly stood up and walked to the fridge in the corner of his office.

He opened up the fridge full of an assortment of cakes and desserts.

Nathan simply took out a few of them, including a bottle of milk, and slowly made his way downstairs.

Seeing as no one was around, he put the food down on Rachel's workstation.

He then slotted his hands in his pocket and looked at Rachel sleeping. Before he returned to his office, he set the air-conditioning on the first floor to a higher temperature.

Very quickly, lunch hour had passed and people began to return to the office.

The noise returned too, replacing the serene silence.

Hunched over her work desk, Rachel yawned and slowly sat upright.

While she stretched and yawned, she accidentally pushed a past