I laid back on the chair and groaned. My family is what I would consider problematic in my perspective. During college they would be strict on my grades. They would consistently tell me to reach for at least third honour or above. I would always study hard cause I've already been punished and I don't want that to ever happen to me again.

But one thing I don’t like about my parents is their consistent calls on blind dates. Somehow they find ways to hook me up with a random girl with their parents, and I hate it. I haven’t addressed my situation to my family yet cause they’re very opinionated. Thinking about it still terrifies me today.

The door behind opened and I quickly stood up. “Take care of this for me will you.” Wyatt removed his coat and handed it out to me. I hang it up and walked back to his desk. That’s where I noticed red pigment on his lips.

“Um.” I spoke.

“What.” His eyes were piercing through mine with his glare.

“There is something on your.” I tap my lips indicating the lipstick.

He looked to a mirror and whipped the red pigment on his face.

“Who’s the lady.” I asked.

“None of your business. We have a pretty busy schedule next week, things better be finished before Thursday.”

I then opened my phone and prepare myself for a wave of responsibilities hitting my face in the next few seconds. But I am hell as determined to finish them all.