Chapter Three Hundred +Forty-Four.
"Pardon my manners, Sir, My name is Susan."
Lyon raised his head and he looked her down. His eyes held the amount of dislike he felt for her.
He looked back at his notepad and continued what he was doing, completely ignoring her presence.
"Should I help you with anything?"
Lyon still paid no attention to her.
"Do you need me to massage your feet?"
Still no response from Lyon.
"How about a cup of water?"
Lyon shook his head and hissed. "What a pest!" He brought his gaze to her and he frowned as he looked at her.
"Do you always talk this much every time?"
"I'm sorry sir, I wanted to ease your stress."
"Do I look stressed?"
"Not that you look stressed but, you have been in that same position for over an hour, I know you must be feeling sore."
"Oh really?" Lyon closed the notepad. "You know I must be feeling sore?" How come you a lot about my body and I don't?