"Hello, Mr. Andy...?"
"Hi, Abigail—" His voice trailed off as he noticed that Abigail sounded a bit hoarse on the other end.
"Hi, how are you? I didn't expect you to call this soon, sir. Did you send me an email or something related to the design?"
Abigail asked, her voice filled with worry. She hadn't checked her work email in almost three days and was anxious that Andy needed to revise the project again.
Andy answers her, "Yeah, Abigail. No, I'm not calling you about that. Uhmmm, Abigail, are you alright?"
"Yes. Of course, I'm fine, sir. Why did you suddenly ask that?"
"Abigail, you forgot again—"
"Huh!? Forget about what, sir…?" She was utterly clueless.
"You forgot how to call my name, Abigail. Can you please remove 'mister' before my name?" A light chuckle escaped his lips.
