A sturdy, middle-aged man with an impressive red beard was pacing anxiously. His movements were restless, wandering around the space rather than heading toward any destination. It seemed as though some huge worry was weighing heavily on his mind.
After a while, the man, who had been wandering in circles, suddenly stopped.
Someone opened the door and stepped out, calling his name.
"Mr. Paul?"
"Oh, yes."
"Come in," said the woman, dressed in a suit, smiling brightly as she gestured politely.
Paul straightened his clothes with a stern expression.
"Thank you," he replied, then walked forward, attempting to hide his nervousness.
As he entered, a rather plain office space came into view. In fact, it looked not much different from Paul's own office.
"Oh, my! Sorry, I've been so busy these days," the man inside said apologetically.
"No need to apologize. Which employee doesn't know that the Vice President is the busiest person in the company?"
