Harris adjusted the paper bag in his hand and then knocked on the heavy wooden door gently and waited to be answered.
A moment later, a deep and familiar voice responded to his knock, “Come in.”
Harris smiled and opened the door softly before stepping inside.
Meanwhile, Mr Jones, who was seated on his office chair reviewing some files with a pair of reading glasses perched on his nose, looked up from the documents in front of him and froze . His eyes widened slightly in surprise when he saw who entered his office.
“Harris?” he called out, because he was not expecting to see his son-in-law.
Mr. Jones blinked his eyes and leaned back in his chair, the initial surprise softening into something more amused.
“Well,” he said, dropping down his pen on the desk and added , “this is unexpected.”
Harris offered a respectful nod as he stepped further into the room and said. “Good afternoon dad, I didn’t mean to interrupt.”
Hearing this, Mr Jones just gave a short chuckle and told him. “You did
