Tristan glanced at the time, it was almost midnight and he had just finished all the things he had to take care of.
He double checked for any issues he would have to take care of or any extra work to immerse himself in, but there was nothing pending. For the past few days, Tristan had worked tireless, overtime and he had now finished all the pending tasks he had left but he was still looking for more work to do.
"Uhm... president, there's really nothing else, why don't you just go home and get some rest?" Kaleb said noticing how Tristan was checking every file on his desk as if looking for more work to do. What kind of a workaholic was this man?
Tristan dropped the files he was checking with a small sigh, he pinched the space between his brows in frustration. How would anyone understand that only by burying himself with work could he distract himself enough to not think about her?
