The Chief Architect

I sat up and then stood on my feet. Dusting my bottom and smoothing my suit, I coughed to clear out my lungs, covering my embarrassment. Pretending that nothing had happened, I stretched my arm with a grin.

"Good morning, President Meier. I'm sorry if I haven't sent out a notice that I will make a personal inspection today. I am particular about maintaining a safe and comfortable space for my occupants; thus, I want to ensure there won't be any mishap because of my negligence."

"Even the floor, then?" Christian teased. I chuckled awkwardly when he ignored my hand for a handshake.

I am aware that my explanation made me look absolutely ridiculous, and I was tempted to rip Christian's teasing grin off his face. It was apparent that he would continue taunting me. Indeed, his following words annoyed me.

"How grateful we are to have such a thoughtful landlord. However, you were never this concerned about doing the inspection personally; you used to send out your men to do the job. Don't