"Clark Morgan is here again, Thalassa," Juana informed Thalassa over the phone.
Thalassa sighed. "Okay, let him in."
A few seconds later, the man stepped into the office, wearing his usual beaming smile. "If the mountain doesn't bother to call Muhammad, then Muhammad will look for the mountain."
Thalassa rolled her eyes. "I don't think that's how the saying goes."
"Yeah, whatever. You understood what I meant," Clark said, making himself comfortable in one of the visitor chairs.
"Are you here for something in particular?" Thalassa asked.
He frowned slightly. "You told me I could come here."
"I don't think you would come just to stare at my face."
He grinned. "I mean, that wouldn't be bad. I could stare at that face all day. It's brighter than the sun."
"If it were actually brighter
