The next morning, Savannah's cell phone rang soon after she ditched the alarm clock.
She looked at the screen, and it was Jenkins.
Why did Jenkins call her at this time? Was there some emergent work?
"Hello, Mr. Jenkins? What can I do for you?"
"Morning, Savannah. Oh, nothing important. If your sprained foot is still swelling, have a good rest at home. Come to work after you're completely well." Jenkins' voice was always kind.
"Thanks for your kindness… How do you know I hurt my foot?" Savannah asked in surprise.
"Oh, the security guard said you worked overtime last night and twisted your foot when you walked down the stairs."
"Ah... Did the security guard say anything else?" Savannah blushed and stammered.
Did they say she was carried downstairs by the big boss?
"What? No…" Jenkins coughed.
Savannah immediately understood. How could it be no? Jenkins must know it. He was just playing dumb.
