"Riya's point of view,"

　　I was about to leave when I noticed the pantry boy delivering a tray of coffee from the front.

　　As he on the entrance of Rachit's cabin, the pantry boy said, "Madam, your black coffee."

　　"The meeting has ended. I'm on my way to my cabin. You've arrived late.

　　"Bring it back, I complained.

　　"All right," the pantry boy murmured, a mournful expression on his face as he looked at the coffee mug.

　　Rachit inquired, gazing at me. "Do you want to sit with me and have a cup of coffee?"

　　"It's OK, Sir," I said obstinately, "I have some essential work to do."

　　"It would...