The afternoons were relatively quiet in the office, mainly on her floor. Grace kept her spectacles on the bridge of her nose as she started her calculations on the file in her hand.
She was not told to put on specs by any doctor, but these were reading classes, recommended to her by her assistant, just in case. The amount of reading she did, squinting her eyes, and the screen time compiled together, it would be a quick journey to getting her eyesight weak.
She had her chin over her palm that her elbow supported over the table. She turned over the next page and found. One figure did not add up.
"Ma'am," Penny took one step into the office, but hovered over the line of entrance, "I knocked, may I come in?"
"Oh, yes," joy, scrambled to put a pen in between the pages and close the file in front of her. She gave Penelope her attention. "I apologize for not listening to you."
