40. His Lost Stress-ball

It was one of the random days in the office when a naughty idea sparked into Will’s brain. So, he called Anna into his cabin in a hurry. As soon as she got his call, she almost ran to see him as his voice sounded stern.

“What’s wrong, Mr. Johnson?” Anna asked as she entered his office to see Will, sitting at his desk looking very upset and stressed about something.

He tried to hide the smirk which was threatening to appear on his face. “Something is terribly wrong. Have you seen my stress-ball?" He asked her anxiously.

She frowned because she had noticed that he almost always had a red rubber ball in his hand, squeezing it repeatedly to keep himself calm and collected.

Anna tried to think, if she had noticed it anytime soon. "No, sir, I haven't. Do you want me to have a look around and see if I can find it for you?"

"Yes, Miss. Fox, it's very important that I lay my hands on it, I can't focus on my work without it. It’s very essential."

She nodded her head and for the next half an ho