"Excuse me, Sir, I hate to interrupt. But..." A man knocked before showing his face by the door. "Sir, someone is looking for you on the floor."
Troy looked up from the papers he had been working on, dropping the pen on the side. On the other hand, he just scratched the back of his head, apologetic for his interruption.
He was instructed not to disturb his boss since he planned to finish early today. But he had no choice since the man downstairs seemed determined to see the owner of the establishment.
"Who was it, Ryan?" He said exasperatedly, breathing a heavy sigh. He pulled on his tie to loosen it more and started rotating his neck to unwind the tension on his muscles.
He did not want to shout at his assistant, that was just not his style, but he was irritated that he had disobeyed his order. Usually, he could rely on him to do his job.
