My assistant is busy on her computer but she's quick to hand me the mail. She's industrious, serious faced, and she barely says a word to me.
"Mr Johnson is waiting inside." She finally talks when I make to leave.
"I know. Thank you."
Mr Johnson is relaxing in my office chair, casually flipping through some documents I set aside yesterday.
This man has no sense of privacy.
"Surprise!" He says without humour, his eyes never leaving the bunch of papers.
"Fancy seeing you here, Mr Johnson."
"Do you offer your esteemed visitors a drink? I could use some coffee."
"There's no coffee."
"What do you have?"
"You shouldn't be here."
"What kind of a drink is that? Sounds gross."
"You're so annoying."
He tilts his head to the side as he slowly raises his eyes to me.
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