Betty turned around with a practiced smile as Dylan approached, her hand slowly slipping from the door handle. "I'm so sorry, Sir," she began gently, "I had some doctor's checkups which delayed my return to the office. I'm just about to clean up the place now. I truly apologize for the delay."
"You should've stayed home to rest if you weren't feeling well, Betty," Dylan replied, his tone unexpectedly casual, more casual than she had anticipated.
"No, no… It's nothing serious at all. And I really love my job," she added quickly, a smile stretched too wide to be genuine. "There's nothing better than working here with you."
"Of course you do, Betty," Dylan replied with an equally manufactured smile. Then he leaned against his office door, folding his arms. "By the way, have you heard from your friend?"
Betty's smile faltered, just for a breath. "Which friend, Sir?"
"Olivia," Dylan said flatly.
