C67 Oh, don't be sad

"Alright, sir," Obin responded with a respectful bow of his head, acknowledging my directive.

I leaned forward in my chair, my attention fully focused on the matter at hand. "And postpone the meeting," I continued, my voice carrying a sense of urgency. "I'm going to meet Lucy. She unexpectedly returned."

Obin nodded, his demeanor was professional and efficient. "Yes, sir," he replied