"What's wrong?"
"I... I lingered a bit in the room when I delivered your coffee, see if it's cold now, I'll make you another cup." she said, somewhat nervously.
Asher Land felt the coffee was just right, shook his head, said no need, and began to drink.
She stepped back slightly, uneasy.
"I'll go back to my room and leave you to your work." She fled in a hurry.
Standing outside the study, her body pressed tightly against the wall, she slowly squatted down.
At this moment, she loathed herself intensely.
"Asher Land, I'm sorry, I'm sorry..." Tears streamed down her face, she covered her face and sobbed softly.
Her phone vibrated in her pocket, she trembled as she answered.
"Hello..." Her voice was choked with sobs.
On the other end, Oliver Johnson was silent for a few seconds before slowly speaking.
"Is now an opportune moment?" he asked in a low voice.
"Yes."
"Alright then."
She hung up the phone, stood up from the floor, and then walked toward the study.
