The night gradually descended, and the bright moon shyly emerged from the clouds, its soft glow illuminating the entire room.
Scott Harris came in a few times to help her replace the coffee.
Enna Clark held meetings for two hours straight before finally finishing.
Exhausted, she leaned back in her swivel chair, took off her headset, picked up the coffee Scott had brought in, and took a sip.
The coffee was still warm, just right for drinking.
The warm coffee comforted her stomach, and Enna finally felt a bit better. She estimated the time abroad and sent Baron Lawrence a text message.
[Are you still busy?]
Three minutes passed, and there was no response from the other side.
Impatient to take a shower, Enna sent another message over.
[Baron Lawrence, are you very busy? How about I don't call you tonight, and wait until you finish? I'll call you tomorrow morning?]
After she sent the message, there was no reply from the other side for quite a while.
