"Good afternoon, Mrs. Hendrix. You're late for work, as always." Sarah teased.
I rolled my eyes at her. "Good afternoon to you too, Sarah Louis. Has Hames left?"
"Now she has the right to call him by his name, she's late for work because she's his wife, she's being bossy."
"And you're being silly."
"I'm so sorry, Mrs. Hendrix. Please don't make your husband fire me, this job is everything I have." She pleaded jokingly.
I shook my head and left her sight, using the elevator to transport me to the 68th floor then got into our office.
As expected, Hames was on his office chair, gazing at his laptop's screen.
I dropped my bag on the chair and walked up to him, folding my arms across my chest.
"Imogen, when did you arrive?" He raised his head to me with a smile, immediately returning his gaze to his laptop.
"Just now."
"And you're late again."
"Duh,"