"Antonio, are you planning to kill me?" he slammed the fountain pen he was using into his mahogany desk.
Noah glanced across the mountain of paperwork he has to go through and sign on his office table, and couldn't help but sigh.
"Sir, if you want free time from work for Miss Lucille's vacation, we have to clear them by the end of this week."
"Thank you for reminding me," he said with a sneer. Hearing the name of his daughter, he picked up the pen and slowly go through all the documents once again.
It would be the first time his daughter would be staying with him without her mother since the divorce. He is excited and grateful that finally, he could spend time with his daughter longer than the usual weekend visits.
Those weekend visits sometimes even cut short because of work, hence, he was working his ass off to finish a big chunk of his work ahead of schedule to spend more time with his daughter.
