I’M NOT A NICE MAN

She sat in his office with her head bowed down, eyes staring at her lap. Hands resting between her knees and shoulders slumped up. He was standing near the table, going through a file and simultaneously waiting for the call he had just made. She was looking at him with her peripheral vision. Her hands went clammy suddenly as she saw him putting that blue cased file on the table as he came near her and occupied his prior position sitting on the sofa infront her again. She sat on a swivel chair that he had dragged infront the couch and made her sit on it before sitting on the settee. Her legs sandwiched between his when he had made a call asking for the details of all the incoming and outgoing calls for the last two weeks. While he was giving instructions in the phone, his eyes were on Sheharzaad as he was playing with a few stray strands of her hair that managed to escaped from her pony tail. Once done making the call, he went to the table looking for something and now came back again.