John was confused when Anya didn’t walk in soon after knocking on the door like she used to. He had to then remind himself that it had been two years since she quit working for him “Come in”.
He wasn’t looking at his laptop nor at some files, no, he was staring at her, watching her as she entered his office. “You can just walk right in after knocking like you used to”.
Anya tucked her hair behind her ear with her head held high like she wasn’t affected by his intimidation, her indifference vexed him, and he was about to voice it out when she rudely cut him off “What do you need, Mr. Ray?”
She had sent him his schedule, sorted all the files, and placed them in his office the previous night for him to sign. She also sent him the new client list along with the contracts that required redra
