Indecisive

Henry Allen woke up grumpy, which seemed to happen a lot these days. His marriage had continued to go downhill, but this was not the reason why he was having a bad day. A lot of time had passed, but he was yet to find a nanny for his son. The nursemaid, Deborah, was counting the days until she left. He couldn’t trust his son with the maids either. Maybe it was his paranoia, but he did not want his son to be hurt or feel any form of discomfort.

He alighted from his car and entered the entrance of his company, Stylistic Symmetry. He slipped his hands into the pocket of his trousers and stylishly walked through the doors; they opened up immediately as he neared them. A tall, beautiful girl carried his suitcase as she trailed behind him. He barely responded to greetings.

He passed the receptionist area, and a lady carrying a tray with a cup of coffee offered, “Coffee, sir."

He paused and took a sip, then dropped the cup and said, “Not up to my taste, Cecily, not at all." "Do a better job