From a distance, Clara caught a glimpse of the car her husband often used and immediately jogged out of the agency.
As if she didn't care about her surroundings, some people who were passing by the agency looked strange seeing Clara's unusual attitude, especially she just came back after a while ago, or more accurately took time off to recover, that's what Tisha made to her party management, and approved.
Some of the eyes beams seemed to follow Clara's movements which they thought were rare.
Knock!
Knock!
Knock!
Clara tapped her fingers on Mr. K's window, which is tightly closed.
Slowly the window pane was lowered in half so that he could see his wife's shining face awaiting his presence.
"Am I long?" asked Mr. K to Clara with a smile that she gave her perfect smile.
