Victor
“Can I have those files on Demock?” I said to Anna, my assistant, over the phone.
“Okay sir. The Walters have gotten back to us too. I sent their response to your mail about thirty minutes ago.” She retorted.
“Okay then, I will check it out now. Please don’t forget the files I asked for. I need to work on them now.” I hung up afterward, but it hadn’t been five seconds before she called back.
“What else, Anna?” I asked, trying not to sound angry.
“There’s one Miss Becca here asking to see you sir, I’ve told her now is not a good time, but she’s insisting on seeing you.” She rushed through the words and I could hear the frustration in her voice too.
“Does she have an appointment?”
“No, Sir.”
“Then tell her to leave. I’m busy.” I said, and then hung up immediately.
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