“How are you, Caleb?”

“I am fine, boss. Welcome back once again, Mrs. Bailey.”

“Thank you, Caleb. What are we having for lunch?”

Olivia asked as they sat on the chairs of the mini dining table in the kitchen.

“Protein-based food and herbal soup. It is good for your health presently.”

Denise looked at his wife, who was as speechless as he was. Then, he asked the thirty-five years janitor.

“What do you mean by 'your health presently' Caleb?”

Meanwhile, Caleb was taken aback when he realized that his mouth had been faster than his brain. Ideally, whatever information he had or any observation that he had made, he should...