Lander
“Argh!” I groaned as I stretched myself. I am currently sitting on the swiveling facing my office table. I just answered a particular email, the most recent one that is unread. I continued stretching until I felt good with myself. I pressed the intercom.
“Margaret,” I called the attention of my secretary.
It didn’t take long when the door entering my office opened. There is Margaret Perkson walking inside. She asked, “Why, Sir?”
“What is my remaining schedule for today? I am done attending emails.”
“Ah, okay, Sir,” Margaret replied and started looking at the note board she is holding. She continued, “It is past three now and you are done answering the emails. Sir, this is the last appointment you will be doing again. You will be talking to your mother.”
“What
