The door burst open. He looked up from the documents he was reviewing while sitting in his chair, and his eyes fell on her as she closed the door, loosening her tie and adjusting her disheveled suit.

He watched her with a pathetic look as she started rambling excuses with blood smeared on her face, clearly sensing his mood because of whatever trouble she caused today, even though he hadn't said a word yet.

Watching her, he stood up and approached her. With a furrowed brow, he reached out and indifferently wiped the blood off her face with a handkerchief.

Acting like she's the older one...