Damien
"Hello, sir," As soon as I answered the phone, I heard Michael's voice on the other end.
With a hint of annoyance in my voice, I responded, 'Yeah," as I furrowed my brow and continued to scroll through the laptop in front of me on my desk. The screen illuminated my determined expression as I searched for the information I needed.
"Your friends are here to see you," he stammered, his voice trembling with uncertainty.
I paused for a moment, my thoughts swirling as I slowly swiveled my chair, facing the expansive glass window in my office. With a deliberate motion, I turned my attention back to the phone, my expression becoming icy and resolute before I let out a deep sigh, my frustration palpable as I spoke, issuing a stern warning "This is a task for my personal assista
