I loosened up my tie, leaving my office room. After the long conference meeting, I was ready to take a small nap and just relax for once in a while.

The smell of Arabic tea stopped my suddenly. I turned to see my secretary nursing a cup of hot tea, the good kind. I rubbed the nape, sighing.

“How did you know? Really, how?” I groaned softly, taking the cup from her as I chugged it down.

I placed the cup down on the confessions stand, looking over her figure. I hired the woman two years ago and she was already doing a perfect job. She made my tea right, lead my idiot employees the I wanted, laid out my suits for me, ironed them, made me lunch, and made sure to cancel all the calls I dreaded to make.

I dropped off a few documents on her desk.

“Have these signed for me immediately, get me a wet towel for my eyes, a face mask, and cancel all my meetings.” I ordered.