“Of course, Sir,” I smiled back at him, taking the papers and filing through them, “It shouldn’t be a problem.”
“Good and once you’re done, you can go home. Everyone else has already nicked off,” he walked away drinking the coffee he held in both hands.
I sorted the paperwork into three files: financial, bookings and renovations. I plugged in a fan; it was boiling and the AC wasn’t working. I fanned myself with an empty folder as I slowly filed away the paperwork.
The temperature co...