"Good… Good afternoon, Miss Glynn. Did something happen? Why did you come to our humble space?" The head of the department, Mister Smith, walked inside the chamber of the divorce finalizing. He was wearing a greasy smile while rubbing his thick hands together. He was a tall man with a sloppy appearance, but despite his poor performance and attitude, he was able to clinch the position of the head of the department in just a few years.
It was all thanks to his skills and flattery that he offered to the rich.
"You are finally here, Mister Smith," Glynn who was sitting on the chair in front of the counter, with her arms crossed along with her legs, turned to look at the man who entered the chamber. "It's nothing much," she tapped on the documents in front of her and remarked, "I am here to get these documents finalized but your employee…" she sighed with a click of her tongue. "She is quite thick-headed, ain't she?"
