ISN'T THIS UNPROFESSIONAL, MS. MCCODY?
Anne's shoes clicked softly against the polished office floor as she approached Richmond's door. With a gentle knock, she entered, carrying the weight of the recently concluded meeting in her hands.
With a bottle of water in her other hand, Anne navigated the room with a quiet confidence. The air in Richmond's office carried the hushed silence of a worried man. She reached his desk and purposefully placed the files before him.
"Sir," Anne inquired, her tone respectful yet assertive, "Should I read the minutes of the meeting?"
Richmond, engrossed in the current task at hand, looked up, meeting Anne's gaze. A slight smile played on his lips as he declined, "No need! You can just leave it there; I will go through them later."
