Knock
Knock
Knock
Farel raised an eyebrow, just as his buttocks landed on the work chair, someone knocked on his office door. As if not letting himself rest before work resumes.
But whether he wanted to or not, of course, he had to let someone into his room.
"YES, PLEASE COME IN!" he shouted from inside so that the people outside could hear him.
He did not pay much attention to someone outside the room who was knocking on his study door, now his hands were busy tidying up piles of documents. He chooses the documents that will be worked on first, and the remaining documents that will be postponed because they usually require an office stamp as approval.
There was the sound of the door being opened, Farel reluctant to turn his head instead turned to the laptop he opened and turned on the screen.
"Excuse me, sir. Sorry to interrupt,"
