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shirt. He had never liked the formal look with suit and tie, and instead opted for the white shirt, proceeding to roll the sleeves to his elbow. He thought about wearing a blazer as well but decided against it at the last minute; he was carrying far too much weight already.
    He stepped into the warm sunlight as he walked onto the rooftop garage and stared at the multiple high-rise buildings: a sight he was well familiar with. He took a deep breath and walked to his car. He was barely able to focus for the entire time he drove to the office, and he was glad he didn’t have to pass the main foyer to get to his office. At least he wouldn’t run the risk of meeting her there prematurely. As soon as he closed his door behind him, he dialed Miss Facey’s number. “Is she here yet?” he asked nervously.
    “She isn’t due here for another fifteen minutes, Sir,” she said, and then paused. “Hang on a second. Hello?” She called as she seemingly took another call on the other line. “Okay, tell her I will be right out.” She hung up, and she didn’t need to speak for Phillip to know what had just transpired on the other line.
    “She just got here, I presume?”
    “Yes, Sir,” Miss Facey confirmed. “I will set up the conference room and have her complete the paperwork until you get there.”
    “Okay. I will be there shortly,” he told her and hung up. Afterward, he stood rooted in his office for another couple of minutes. It was too late now to cancel, and he dreaded her reaction. Then again, maybe he was over-thinking this and she wouldn’t mind working for him. It would seem like a double blessing. Still, he couldn’t escape that nagging feeling in the pit of his stomach. He paced the floor with his hands dug deep into his pockets, until finally he heard his desk phone ringing. He might as well have crawled to it as he lifted it like it weighed a ton. “Yes,” he croaked into the handset.
    “Are you alright, Sir?”
    He cleared his throat then. “Yes, I am fine. Is everything set up?” He thought to himself that he had to get control somehow, some time—it might as well be now.
    “Yes, Sir; we are just waiting on you now.”
    He sighed. “I’ll be right down.” He walked to the window that overlooked the street and took a deep breath. It was time. He couldn’t delay the inevitable any longer. He stepped out into the passage that would lead him to the judgment chamber. He could hear nothing but the pounding of his own heart in his chest, and he smiled at the other employees who looked at him as he passed. They didn’t see him that often, as he was always engaged otherwise, but he would always make the occasional stop to tend to local matters. Now, he felt they could probably see the nerves melting off of him, and it wasn’t hard to imagine they knew something was out of the ordinary.
    The walk to the conference room now resembled one to the gallows, and he felt woozy as he reached out his hand to turn the lock. He stepped inside and inhaled sharply. Her head was still held down as she completed signing the required contracts. He walked over to Miss Facey and whispered something in her ear. She cleared her throat, and it was then that Melody looked up and noticed him. “I’ll handle it from here,” he told Miss Facey.
    “Very well, Sir,” she said, and walked over to Melody. “Are you done with these?”
    “Y-yes,” she replied. “What’s going on? What is he doing here?” She asked with a puzzled expression on her face.
    Miss Facey took the documents from her and stuffed them inside a folder she was carrying. “Well, he’s the boss.”
    As soon as the woman had stepped out, Melody rose and came over to him. “What’s going on?” She asked, and he could hear her voice trembling.
    “Please, have a seat,” he asked of her.
    “No, I prefer to stand. Why are you here?” She pressed.
    He took a deep breath and ran his hand through his hair. “I am Phillip Conway, and this is my