Chapter8

#Chapter8

The Art of Dancing

Mr Ambrose seems to be in a good mood today. After he got the letter from Miss Higgins, the demands for various files stopped almost immediately. I don't even know if that's a good thing or a bad thing. All day, all I did was to sit on my chair. I would casually stand up and pace the room, then I would sit back down again. I did just that for my last couple of work hours for the day. I'm not complaining, since I was practically being paid to do nothing. But I'd be lying if I said I didn't expect a message from Mr Ambrose any time soon.

Whatever was in that letter anyway? What was so utterly and completely essential to its content that had Mr Ambrose in his good mood? Okay, maybe he's not smiling and his angry face is no different to his happy face. But I've been working for him long enough to differentiate his emotions.

Or lack thereof.

So since I have nothing to do, I wrote a message;

Dearest Mr Ambrose,