I ran out of the building with the excuse of going to lunch, but the truth was that I wanted to avoid Lucas. Unfortunately, my lunch didn't last all day. The peace that I felt while sitting in my favorite ocean view restaurant shattered when I walked into my office and saw him sitting there at his desk. He's very focused on his computer until he looks up and smiles at me.

I don't understand how he can smile as if nothing had happened between the two of us. What part of my hatred has he not understood? Perhaps, it is the same part within my heart that refuses to hate him equally.

I completely ignore his insistent gaze and sit in the chair behind my desk. I put my bag aside and moved the computer mouse to enter my password and start working. I do my best not to speak or ask him to stop looking at me. I don’t want to claim him why he agreed to work here. I think I'm going crazy. I can hardly focus on the numbers of the sales reports that the administrative