Smith's Grieving

Mr. Smith had finally settled down in his room for some much-needed rest after a long day of work. He had just closed his eyes when he heard a sudden knock on the door. He groaned in frustration, irritated at being woken up from his sleep. 

He had been looking forward to a peaceful night's sleep, but it seemed like fate had other plans for him. He rubbed his eyes wearily and stumbled over to the door, still feeling the remnants of sleep clouding his mind.

When he opened the door, he was met with the sight of one of his assistants, looking flustered and worried. Mr. Smith recognized the young man as one of his most trusted aides, and he knew that if he was here at this hour, it must be something urgent.

"What is it?" Mr. Smith asked, his voice laced with annoyance.

"It's me, sir," the assistant replied, his voice muffled by the door. "I'm sorry to disturb you, but we have an urgent matter that requires your attention."