"You can come in," I shout after she knocks for the fifth time. She walks in, her hands around her back and her eyes glistening with tears. "Good afternoon Mr. Rothcop," she greets with her eyes staring at her feet. "Good afternoon Ms. Smith, how are you this afternoon?" I respond after delaying for a moment.
She briefly looks up and then drifts her eyes back to her feet. "If I said I'm fine I would be lying," she mutters.
I'm caught off guard by her response that I was not expecting. I clear my throat, buying myself sometime to think of how to respond.
"Enough of the useless talks, let's get straight to the point," I pause after noticing that she is still on her feet.
"Don't tell me you are waiting for me to offer you a seat?" I peer at her with a stunned expression. "I was afraid you
