Just as John was lost in his thoughts, there was a sudden knock at the door. His head snapped up, his daydream interrupted. "Yes, who's that?"
"It's Roy, sir," came the familiar voice from the other side of the door. "I've managed and the food is ready, as you requested."
John couldn't help but smile. Roy's impeccable timing never ceased to amaze him. "Come on in, Roy. You always know when to show up," John called out, shaking off the lingering thoughts of his grand plans.
Roy entered the room, a broad grin on his face. His well-groomed beard and a perpetual twinkling in his eye, the kind of guy who could make anyone laugh even on their worst day. "You know me, sir. I'm like a genie in a bottle—just rub the lamp and I appear. Hehee!"
John laughed, feeling his mood lighten instantly. "Well, if you're a genie, then I'm going to have to start making some serious wishes. You've got a knack for timing, my friend. How is Mary? Actually, she is the best chef."
