"Ayva Williams speaking." I said as I placed the telephone against my ear.
"Come here, now!" Arsen's all too familiar voice said.
"Mr. Vasilakis?." I called, a tad surprised. "Why are you calling? Is your keyboard broken perhaps? Or did you break your fingers?." I had to ask because Arsen never calls. Our communication has strictly been via text messages or physical. It was too much of a hassle for him to dial the intercom in my office and listen to my sweet beautiful voice.
"Ms. Williams,"
"Yes, Mr. Vasilakis, Sir?."
"You have ten seconds." And then the line went off.
I jumped off my chair and walked over to the door. I knocked once before hearing a muffled 'come in'
"You wanted to see me, sir?." I asked as soon as I entered his office.
He was sitting at his desk with both ha
