All this while the sweat released by his body has dehydrated him to his core. His parched throat let out a relieved sigh as the water hit it. The heavenly feeling breathed life into his dead senses.
He held the empty glass in his hand and made circles over his aching forehead to aid the pain with his fingers.
An abrupt knock on the door broke his moment.
"Enter."
Carl had his eyes closed. He heard the footsteps and knew it must be his silly assistant.
*Sneeze*
The young assistant sneezed, confirming the doubts Carl had.
"Is the turmoil outside over?" He asked.
The assistant fixed his glasses, "Yes, Boss. Everyone has gone back to their work. They are no longer loitering outside, leaving their work aside."
"Hmm….Call Steve."
Steve, the name of his son in law, mentioning it made the assistant grimace.
"Uh, that….Umm boss…."
