"¡Yeah!" Miguel basically murmured. "What are the timetables?" He asked, gazing eagerly at her.
"Mr Salvador, since you haven't been at the organization for certain days now, your timetables are stacked up. You have a great deal of significant gatherings to take care of." The secretary replied, her eyes actually fixed on the IPad.
Miguel let out a low, restless murmur. "Fine," he said, his voice pretentious. "Send me the timetable. I'll figure out it later."
The secretary gestured, her fingers flying across the iPad. "There's something different I ought to specify, sir," she said, her voice reluctant. "Everybody at the organization is stressed over Joanna. They haven't seen her in days and they're contemplating whether she's OK."
Miguel's face obscured, his fingers drumming on the work
