Porchia didn't know what to do roaming her eyes inside Arthur's spacious office. The brown colors of the curtains make it look vintage but with a class. Brown couch and table and chairs. She saw a small way where the comfort room is.
"Sit down and we'll talk about your tasks." He commanded. Porchia doesn't have a choice but to follow him. She steps her feet forward until she is in front of his table. She harshly sits on the chair and crosses her legs.
"What is it?" she asked while not looking at him.
The drawer of his table made sounds when he opens it and get a large notebook and place it above the table on her side, you can't see anything in his eyes but seriousness, but on Pochia's eyes is irritation and annoyance.
"Do you know what is that?"
She rolled her eyes, "Duh! A notebo
