Silas leaned around her and grabbed the phone, pulling it closer to him. It rested just at her side. She had never seen such a fancy phone in all her life. Black. Shiny. Expensive. His voice was all business as he talked quietly to the person on the other end of the line, asking questions and giving instructions. He reached around and grabbed one of the stacks. She felt it pull under her. She shifted her weight and he pulled it out from under her. He playfully smacked her leg with them before he read a series of numbers into the phone. He hung up, put the phone back in its proper place, and leaned back in the chair. Silas sat there for a moment taking in the sight of her propped on his desk. He liked this little surprise. He liked the sight of her sitting there ruining his neatly organized stacks. She looked so smug. Silas noticed the brown package she had carried in tossed on the corner of his desk. Clearly she had forgotten all about it. “To what do I owe the pleasure of this little visit?
