บท 845: Three Months

The tension in the office was thick enough to cut with a knife following Tom's announcement.

"Why is he calling you? Did he find out about your involvement already?" Jeff asked, trying to figure out what was going on.

"I won't know if I don't take the call. Everyone, be silent," Tom ordered as he received the call.

Tom, ever the professional, answered the call with a neutral, "Mr. Rosewood? To what do I owe this unexpected pleasure?"

A booming voice filled the speaker. "Mr Hank, it's good to hear from you. I understand my wife works at your company..."

Tom cut in, "Your wife? I'm sure you are mistaken..."

"I am never mistaken, Mr Hank. I wouldn't call you if I wasn't certain," Henry said stiffly, irritated at being interupted.

"My apologies then. Let's assume you are right. I'm not very familiar with my staff. As I'm sure you know now, Mr Harry Jonas is in a better position to help..."