You're Still My Caregiver

Back at the office, Carmen had stayed late, her eyes glued to the stack of documents in front of her. She had lost track of time as she kept digging for more inconsistencies. A soft knock came on the door, but she didn’t bother glancing up from the documents.

Pablo walked in, his eyes scanning her desk. “Missus Monteiro?” he called, approaching her desk. Carmen lifted her head and stared at him. “Do you have any idea what the time is?” Pablo asked, his eyes fixed on her.

Carmen shrugged and reached for her phone. Her eyes widened as she glanced at her phone. “It’s past 7 p.m.?” she muttered in disbelief before turning to Pablo. “Why didn’t you tell me time had gone?”

Pablo raised his hands slightly, his face calm. “I was waiting for you to say something. Besides, you were so focused. I didn’t want to interrupt you.”

Carmen exhaled, gathering the documents into a neat stack. “I have somewhere I need to be,” she said quickly, standing up and rushing toward the door.