Intertwined Souls

He taped his fingers on the glass table. His glasses set low on his perfectly carved nose.

His gaze was fixed on the paper in front of him. White shirt hugged his arms and chest. The sleeves were rolled at his elbows.

He rarely wore his suit jacked in the office.

"You can leave you know. I don't need you standing there." He raised his gaze to me.

"Oh, i was just wondering, if the paper is done okay." I played with the hem of my blazer.

"Yes. It's good." Mr. Hyde said with a stern voice.

Even if the work was not done well, he would never criticize me. I got to learn throughout the years that Mr. Hyde was very calm and collected. He never raised his voice at me.

At least not yet.