A sultry sight.

The next morning, Anderson woke up in his study room with a stiff neck. A cracked groan poured out of his mouth as he sat up. Holding both side of his head he snapped it and paused for a sense of relief to wash over him.

Much better, he stared at the paperwork on his desk, fixed them up and glanced at the alarm clock.

He stood up and got ready for work, knotting his tie in front of the squared mirror, he picked up the important documents on the desk and walked out.

Stirring the cup of coffee he grabbed from the dinning, he took a long sip from it and inhaled in sudden excitement.

His inner senses fully awakening.

"Breakfast is ready, sir."

"Is my mother up?" He asked, sparing her only a glance.

"Yes sir, she was down a while ago."

"Good morning sir," Madam Trina walked up to him, saying, "um your tie," she stepped closer to him and began fixing his tie, "Did you spend the night in your study room again, sir? You don't look too bright," she noted.

"Yeah, unknowingly," he