On the sick bed

James became so busy in his office with paperworks. He for the first time regretted firing Amelia.

He would have pushed the whole work to her, and she wouldn’t have complained.

He reached for his tea cup and gulped some of his warm tea. He stood up and adjusted his pants before stretching.

He was about to sit and resume working when he heard a knock on his door.

“It’s not locked,” He responded without bothering to look at who it was.

The door opened, and he heard the click-clack of Ava’s high-heels approach him. He lifted his head and when he saw it was her, he raised his eyebrows in surprise.

“Ava? What are you doing here?” He asked, and she let out a bright smile.

“Do you have to ask me that? I came to see you of course.” She drew the chair backward and sat before he asked her to sit.

“You could have done it some other time. I’m so busy right now.”

He shifted his attention from her, back to the paperwork on his desk.

“Can I help you then? I can assist you now that I’m here