"Joyce," her name was called on the intercom by Charles, "coffee, please. Strong, please." The last please was more like a plea.
She pressed the button to reply. "On it."
It was also needed by her. In fact, if Charles had not called at the moment, she would have gotten herself a coffee.
The executive pantry, only for the executive staff, was equipped with almost everything. For a thorough coffee, for a filter coffee, an iced coffee, or anything else, anyone could think of, it was equipped with every kind of material.
"Hold on, Joyce, you there?" The intercom Rang again, and by chance, she was almost out of the door.
She pressed the same button again to answer, "I am, I was just leaving."
"Come in for a second."
Joyce nodded before stepping back and reaching for the door to his office. By the time she ended, she noticed how he had changed in appearance. His hair was messy, like he had run his hands through it, his tie was loose, and his expression was tiresome.
