"You can come in, Mr Plane. You do not have to lurk around. It's a glass wall, and I can see you." Imela spoke up despite not looking up from whatever she was writing down.

He pushed open the door and stepped into the office. "Ms Garcia, I didn't want to interrupt; you looked busy, and I was going to wait," he said.

"You were already interrupting by standing at the door." She replied, adding, "Is that the report?" While eyeing the file in his hand.

He nodded and gave it to her. "We also made our 15% returns for the month." He added.

"That's nice to know." She said...