Khloe
Tuesday came rather quickly. I was in my office, finishing up a new sketch of design when there was suddenly a knock on my door. I looked up and waited for it to open. If it was one of the employees, they would just come in.
I put my pencil down. Getting up from my chair, I walked to the door and opened it. Standing there was no other than Mr. Caleb Anderson with his hands in his pockets, as he patiently waited for me to open the door. I took the time to study his appearance. As always, he looked fashionable. He was wearing a light pink button down long-sleeved shirt, tucked into a black slacks with brown leather belt. His dress shoes were a shiny pair of leather, brown Allen Edmonds.
"Liked what you see?"
I snickered. "Very much, Anderson." I looked at my wrist watch. "You're
