Its morning, and I feel weak and tired, not wanting to lift a foot from the bed. It's a Sunday morning, and I'm getting to spend the day away from the commotion of the office.

I Phoned Danica on the landline wanting to be tended to in my room today.

"Bring up the breakfast. I'm not coming down," I say to Danica, and she ends the call.

A few minutes later, she's up with the tray in her hands and the plate on the tray.

"Anything else you would need, sir?"

"Nothing, I know if now, but maybe later" she nods and turns on her heels, not seeking extra attention...