"Mrs. Eileen. Can we talk?" Aniya texted her head. Nowadays, she was spending most of her time in the hostel. George Donovan had given special instructions to Mrs. Eileen that Aniya wasn't supposed to join the office till further notification.
The same day an email was sent to all the employees of the Star Corps that if they felt stressed or anxious, they were welcome to go to the psychologist appointed by the company.
Aniya examined herself in the mirror. Her face had gotten slimmer, dark circles were evident under her eyes. All those sleepless nights were visible in her features, making her look more exhausted than ever.
"I'm at my Star Corps office, Anaya," Mrs. Eileen's response was prompt on the message, "If it's important we can talk on call, or you can come here. Otherwise, you need to wait, dear until I arrive in the evening."
It was urgent and Aniya didn't want to wait.
