C33 Cook

After I’m done with his coffee, I put it on his desk and reached for the door knob.

“Ms. Vena.” I stopped when he called for me.

I pursed my lips and turned around with a smile.

“Yes sir?” He raised his head and threw a glance at me.

He sighed as if he was burdened with something and he was trying to say it to me.

Why is he acting weird?

“Nothing,” he said.

I nodded and left his office