The night visitor

Anna knocked on the office door and checked her watch; she was dressed in regular house attire- a short sleeved light shirt and pajamas down. She glared at the camera impatiently, while wondering what Baron White was still doing here by now.

Finally, the door opened and the white skinned man stared at her with keen eyes, probably surprised to see her. “Anna? What are you doing here so late at night, and in Pajamas?” he queried with furrowed eyebrows.

“I should be asking you that. I went to your house hoping to find you there, but I was informed that you were here, so I had to come.” She replied.

“Well, my wife is mad at me, I am kind of sleeping in the doghouse tonight, so I thought it would be better to crash here,” Baron uttered and took a bite from the chicken wings in his hand.

Anna wrinkled her face and looked at him with mixed expressions. “Your wife kicked you out of the house? What did you do again, Mr. White?” she asked and smirked.

“Hey, don’t give me that look, it wasn’t my