You Can’t Afford My Thoughts.

Each stride he took towards her supervisor's table was like drum beats hitting amorously on Kathleen's tiny innocent heart almost causing her a nosebleed.

"Look who we have here!" Dr Graham, her supervisor, exclaimed. "If this isn't The Shawn David Hudson?"

"Hi buddy" Shawn had said in an attractive deep voice with an equally captivating smile while stretching his hands for a handshake with Dr. Graham.

"To what do I owe this Royal visit? I must have saved the moon last night to have His Majesty grace me with his presence"

Shawn chuckled softly as he took his seat opposite Dr Graham.

"Don't be ridiculous, man," can't I check on my friend once in a while? Anyway, how is business, and have you been able to come up with any cure for overworked CEOs?" Shawn joked.

"You're definitely the ridiculous one here", Dr Graham responded, "there's no such thing as a cure for overwork. What you just need is rest. Take some time out to cool off, dude"