Uneven Breast
Jack reached Sherry's office door and paused for a moment. She was working late.
Taking a deep breath, he knocked twice.
"Come in," came Sherry's soft, melodic voice.
Jack pushed the door open. Sherry was seated behind her immaculate desk, her head bent over a stack of papers. The warm, golden glow of the desk lamp illuminated her delicate features. She wore a crisp white blouse that complemented her fair skin and a pencil skirt that hugged her slim figure. Her silver-framed glasses sat perfectly on the bridge of her nose.
As she looked up, her striking red lips pressed together briefly, a flicker of surprise crossing her face. "Jack?" she asked, setting her pen down. "What brings you back here?"
Jack stepped inside and closed the door behind him. "I wanted to let you know that I'm leaving soon, I'm going Greenstone City," he said.