Hundred and One

VALERIA

I paused in my work to watch him. He had scarcely put down the phone before it was ringing again. He spoke. He argued. He jotted some figures on the piece of paper he had in front of him and still I watched him, my own work forgotten.

Dimitr had been busy these days, busier than usual. The Rosy project was scheduled to be announced to the public in two weeks and because of that, Dimitri was working around the clock to make sure that it went off without a hitch. Still, he found a little time to check up on me.

Like now.

He paused in his conversation to look at me and smile a little. His own way of checking if I was okay. I returned his smile and bent over my computer once again, to hide the worry I was sure was etched on my face. Especially since my conversation with Rosy, I had been thinking more often that I ought to tell Dimitri about what I was, to tell him that I knew what he was too. As the days passed, the secret got harder to bear. It was like a physical weight that was