'Bam'
Ryle, who was dozing off on the swivel chair, was stirred awake by the loud sound along with the startled parrot who flew away from the desk.
As Ryle opened his eyes, he was greeted with the cold face of a certain someone. Recalling their previous encounter where he was asked to scram, his face ashened.
He glanced at the lone pile of files on his desk, ''Oh?" His lips curled in derision, ''You only went through this much?"
Daisy did not respond to him.
Ryle's eyes twinkled as he placed his elbows on the desk, his palms supporting his face as he looked at her, ''Get down on your knees and beg. I might forgive you for not being to complete the task. How can I have a lousy secretary like you...?" The words of reprimand lodged back in his throat when a few men pushed open the door and entered the office, carrying stacks upon stacks of files in their hands.
