A Fateful Meeting

"Knock. Knock." Asher frowned when the door of his office was almost broken by the rash knocking. He had worked all night on the designs because he envisioned a new dress and could not sleep before completing it.

 Only when the road started to bristle with activities did he complete his dress and went to sleep but since then the door was knocking. 

"Leave!" he hissed. "I am not opening the door even if the whole town burns with fire." he turned and hid his face in the pillow, trying to block some residual noises. The room was pitch dark with all the curtains drawn and the windows locked.

The man outside the door shifted and looked at the letter in his hands.