(Bill)
Deep in thoughts, I didn't notice Mrs Jones standing right in front of me.
The gentle tap on my shoulders jolts me back to reality.
I blink, feeling a little bit disoriented. I don't know how long I've zoned out for.
"Sir, here's your coffee," Mrs Jones's calm voice came through again.
I offer a small smile and collected the coffee. "I'm sorry — I was just thinking about something," I simply explained.
Mrs Jones nods, not saying anything but her gaze is on me.
Mrs Jones has been working for me for years now, even before I married Tiff. She's calm and collected, always cleaning up after me whenever I came home drunk.
She cares for me just like a mother would and in return I've been nice to her.
She turns to leave but hesitates. "It's Madam Tiffany, right?" Mrs Jones ask, gai
