บท 37: Issue With Salary

A soft knock on Zyair's door had him lifting his head from the report he was reading. It was her, he knew it.

"Come in," he composedly commanded. The golden pen in his hand was placed back in the pen holder.

She entered, brightening up his office with her fiery head and a shy smile.

"Sir! I wanted to discuss a point. Are you free?" Skyla was holding the silver contract folder Lawrence had given her.

"Of course! Is there an issue in the contract?" Zyair was slightly afraid that she might refuse it. She stepped closer to the red line and halted near it.

"It's just a small part related to the salary. Nothing big," Skyla tucked a single lock of her hair back that had become loose from her messy bun. Her nimble fingers halted for a second in her hair and muscles in his arms tensed wanting to be the one doing it.

"Is it too low? It can certainly be increased," he quickly spoke before she could elaborate, making her mouth hang open slightly.