angelgirl121

“Alright: coffee is on his desk, newspaper as well, Mr. Whitebeard will be here for the meeting at  9:30, then off to Racey’s at noon for a meeting with Mr. Donquixote.  Stock reports are ready, and he is running late.” “I’m not late,” a deep voice interrupted. I turned with a gasp to see Mr. Crocodile standing there reaching to take the stock reports from my desk. “Everyone else is simply early.” “Sorry sir,” I muttered.  “I did not know that you were there.  Also isn’t it rude to interrupt someone’s thoughts.” “Not if it involves business for the