Aloida cleared her throat to get his attention. Automatically, his hand holding a fork, and was about to dig in again to the pasta was held on the air. He looked up and saw her standing near the door.
“Can I come-in, Sir?” she asked in a clear, calm voice.
He nodded. “Get in.” He put down his fork and waited for her while she approached him.
“Do you need something, Aloida?”
“I was told by Ms. Amara when she passed by my workstation, not to bring you food anymore as she would be the one to do it. I just would like to inform you so that you will not find me at fault again should I not bring you food anymore,” she replied to him. Her voice was low but her every word was said with clarity and firmness.
He snorted and looked at her with his eyebrows almost meeting each other. “She is not
