Karmen reviewed the final report one last time before sending it back to the financial department. He closed his laptop and prepared to head out for a run. Just then, the phone on the table buzzed. He glanced at the screen and frowned at the name displayed.
Sliding his finger across the screen, he brought the device to his ear.
"Yes, Aisha?" he answered.
"I hope I'm not disturbing you," Aisha's voice asked softly.
"No, I just finished my work," he replied, pushing back his chair. Rising, he walked toward the balcony, the city skyline stretching before him. "Why did you call?"
"Let's skip meeting tomorrow," she said. "I know our parents arranged a lunch for us, but I can't make it. I have an important interview, and I want to avoid the lunch."
"Alright," he said, his tone neutral.
"You're not upset, are you?"
"Why would I be upset?"
