Victor

“Can I have those files on Demock?” I said to Anna, my assistant, over the phone.

“Okay sir. The Walters have gotten back to us too. I sent their response to your mail about thirty minutes ago.” She retorted.

“Okay then, I will check it out now. Please don’t forget the files I asked for. I need to work on them now.” I hung up afterward, but it hadn’t been five seconds before she called back.

“What else, Anna?” I asked, trying not to sound angry.

“There’s one Miss ...