Thane’s POV
“Mr. Smith?”
He walks through the door, with Ava hurrying after him. When Mr. Smith gets in, Ava rushes in front of him and stands beside me.
“Sir, I tried telling him that you’re busy…”
“You should have called me.” I stop her on the spot.
“I didn't get the chance to…”
“A phone call would still be faster than your feet.” I frown at her act. It's sort of embarrassing. “You may leave.” I don't scold her much because she's also doing her job.
Mr. Smith takes his seat in his usual position. He's in a casual black polo and jean shorts, and it's obvious that he isn't here for business as usual.
“I'm sorry about that.” I try to diminish the effect of Ava’s silly act.
“It's not a bother.” He waves her off, settling in fully.
“Do you care for anything?” I look around. “Perhaps coffee or liquor? I have the BLAH AND BLAH”
He chuckles. “You got me right there.” He nods vehemently. “You know your liquor, I must say.”