After Dylan had taken a few sips of his coffee, a strange lightness. He leaned back slightly, craving a moment of rest, just a minute to recalibrate. That was when the door opened and Betty stepped into the office.
He glanced up, barely able to focus. "What is it? Can it wait?"
Betty offered a small, almost nervous smile as she stepped further in. "No, please. I'm afraid it can't."
Dylan sighed, rubbing a hand over his face with frustration. His vision was nearly blurry now, his thoughts slow and unsteady. "I've already closed for the day. Whatever it is can wait till tomorrow."
"I understand, sir. But Allan asked me to give you this personally," she said, walking toward the desk with a folder in her hands. "He said it's urgent and he needs to finalize a few things before heading to an off-site business meeting."
