A dramatic entry

Jason.

Madelyn left like hours ago. Grandma was still in the confines of my office, waiting for my return so she could round up her four hours lecture on how I treated Madelyn.

Old ladies, and their ability to talk for ages! I had to leave my own office under the pretense of going to request for a file I needed from the financial team.

“ Has power switched hands in this company, Jas?” I shook my head in response, “ Then, tell me why you have to go get files yourself when their are over hundreds of employees who would gladly go the end of the earth to get things done for you.”

I learnt a lesson though. Never disrespect any lady in the presence of my grandmother.

“ You look tired, Mr. Black. Probably get some rest or go home..” the receptionist began. When I left my office, the only place I could think of having a little rest to catch my breath, was at the reception.

I loved sitting there, dressed like any other ordinary worker a