THE SIGN

It was the third time Jay walked into the kitchen and grabbed a bottle of water he never intended to drink.

Mrs Caro and Mrs Rhoda happened to be the ones on kitchen duty. The two women exchanged glances at Jay's second time of coming in, holding back the questions already formed in their heads.

At the fourth time, Mrs Rhoda, unable to hold back anymore, abruptly wheeled. “Chairman.”

Startled, Jay halted.

“Sir, is there something you would like to say?” Mrs Rhoda asked.

Jay blinked. He felt his throat tighten. “Urhm… I was just…”

“He meant you should prepare porridge and steamed vegetables,” Mr Hendricks said walking in.

“Good morning, Mr Hendricks,” the women greeted and stared at him, surprised.

Mr Hendricks nodded back their greetings with a light smile and met Jay's jaw slacked face.

Seeing the way a towel hung around his neck and his outfits, Jay immediately knew he was coming in from morning workout.

Mr Hendricks hummed lightheartedly as he picked a bottle of water from