*Knock* *Knock* *Knock*
"...Come in."
Cynthia's voice came from the office, but it was lacking in vitality.
Evelyn had her hair kept at the back, two bundles of strands from the side tied over it to make a lock and keep it in place. She didn't pay attention to the low mood, and pushed the door open. She came into the office with a file in her hand:
"I'm here with the report about the possible partners we could cooperate with locally, Miss Harsh. It took some time but I made sure to make it detailed, and I had the quality of the products of each possible supplier vetted."
Cynthia, with the messy bun she liked to gather her hair into, looked at the document Evelyn had in hand and questioned:
"A physical copy?"
Evelyn followed Cynthia's gaze and nodded:
"Yes, but I sent the original to your mailbox."
Cynthia nodded, then calmly pointed at her desk:
"Leave it there, I will go through it later."
"Alright."