No strings attached |(UNDER REVISION)

Chapter 7- Jealous

Something bitter curled in my chest, an unwelcome sensation I refused to acknowledge.

It doesn't matter, I told myself. Let her talk to whoever she wants.

And yet, my fingers stilled. My screen blurred out of focus.

Then, just as I was about to look away, the door to my office burst open.

"Aiah!"

I barely had time to react before Sheena strode inside, her usual energy filling the room.

I shot her a pointed look. "Ever heard of knocking?"

She grinned, unbothered. "Too busy for me, Ms. CEO?" She plopped down onto the chair in front of my desk, crossing her legs. "I figured I'd drop by. Alam mo namang namimiss kita."

I sighed, leaning back. "What do you want, Sheena?"

She followed my gaze toward the glass and, of course, her sharp eyes caught on immediately.

A wicked smile spread across her lips. "Ohhh."

I already didn't like where this was going. "Don't."

But she ignored me. "You were watching her, weren't you?" Sheena turned in her chair, looking straight at Mikha, who was still deep in conversation with that employee.

I clenched my jaw. "I was not watching."

Sheena snorted. "Sure. And I suddenly stopped loving expensive shoes."

I shot her a glare.

She laughed, tilting her head. "So... sino 'yung kausap niya?"

I gave her a blank look. "How the hell would I know?"

Sheena leaned forward, resting her elbows on my desk. "Mukhang close na agad sila, ha. Dami nilang tawa." Her tone was teasing.

I inhaled slowly, forcing indifference into my expression. "It's a workplace, Sheena. People talk."

She hummed. "And yet, bakit parang hindi mo gusto?"

I didn't answer.

Because there was nothing to answer.

Right?

I exhaled sharply, turning my attention back to my laptop. But the numbers and reports on my screen meant nothing when my focus was still on the glass-on her.

She was still there. Still talking to him.

Still laughing.

I didn't like it.

The thought irritated me more than it should.

Before I could stop myself, I reached for my phone. My fingers moved on their own, dialing a number I had barely memorized but knew too well.

I watched as Mikha's phone vibrated on her desk.

She glanced at the screen, eyebrows raising slightly before excusing herself from the conversation. With an easy smirk, she answered the call, bringing the phone to her ear.

"Boss," she greeted smoothly, her voice laced with amusement. "Namimiss mo na ba agad ako?"

I rolled my eyes, keeping my tone firm. "Come to my office. Now."