As I was about to leave Raphael's office, he suddenly looked up at me with a mischievous glint in his eye. "Delilah, I've got another task for you."
I felt a sense of trepidation, wondering what new absurdity he had in store for me. "Yes, sir?"
Raphael leaned forward, a sly smile spreading across his face. "I want you to count the number of grains of sand in the vase on my desk."
I stared at him, my eyes widening in incredulity. "The number of grains of sand, sir?"
Raphael nodded, his expression completely serious. "Yes, that's right. I need to know the exact number of grains of sand in that vase."
I felt my mind reeling, trying to comprehend the sheer impossibility of the task. "But, sir, that's...that's impossible. There must be thousands, tens of thousands, of grains of sand in that vase."
Raphael shrugged, his smile unwavering. "I'm sure it's a manageable task, Delilah. You're a very capable person, after all."
I felt a surge of frustration, mixed with a healthy dose of skepticism
