66. Jack
Rafael's POV:
I was speaking with my clients, with whom I have an important meeting tomorrow, but I was seeing everything from the corners of my eyes when a little dove splashed liquid on her clothing.
I considered going to visit her, but the paperweight cracked, spilling the fluid within her clothes.
She hurriedly excused herself to go get cleaned, and I figured she'd need some time to get rid of the stain, so I contacted Tia and asked her to bring the file.
Tia entered the room a minute or two later, holding the paperwork.
"All right, let me look. When is the miniature of this going to be delivered?" I inquired, taking the file from her grasp and settling into the chair.
"It will be here by the evening, sir," Tia said as I double-checked everything. "Oh, sir, I just realized there was an error I made." She didn't wait for my response and moved in closer than I preferred. I assumed it was an accident, but she kept her hand on mine.
