Bedded

"I came to give you a draft of the book, sir," Meg said as she walked into his study, her tone professional and cool.

Jack grated his teeth.

Why was she being proper?

"How far have you gone?"

"Halfway through sir, made a lot of headway. I can say with full assurance that I'll be done in a months' time.

You see, the letters weren't in order and there was some sort of code in the letters.

That's why it took longer to sort it out," Meg explained.

"Good. Do you have any complaints? Any area I can help you in? Any stuff I can deal with?," Jack asked.

" I'm good. Thank you, sir"

Jack wanted to march up to her and shake her till her bones rattled.

Had she suddenly woken up as a machine? Why the proper, formal form of address?

"Are you free for coffee, tonight? I know a..."

" Frankly sir, I'll be hard at work throug