56- Coffee

 “Let’s have coffee together.” She announced when she entered his office. The same office she was sharing with him.

Today again she was carrying two cups of coffee which she got made by the hotel staff. But right after she entered, she stopped herself in time. Not because Hunter was not there on his desk but an old man of around sixty five to seventy years of age, was sitting there engrossed in some file with a laptop open in front. The man noticed her and smiled mischievously.

He stood up from his seat, “You must be Abigail!”

A bit hesitantly, she looked back at the closed door then very slowly moved forward to place the coffee cups in her hands, on the desk. She didn’t know why her palms were sweating profusely.

The man had the cutest smile on his wrinkled face. His white hair was done back with style. His height must be 6’1’’ with a straight back. He was wearing a Herringbone pattern shirt with