A New Task

Stella walks in as I put the phone down.

“I should have just come up here to use the restroom here,” she sighs as she sits behind her desk before lifting her gaze. “Who was that on the phone?”

“Front desk,” I reply. “A media station reached out, wanting to interview Mr. Moore.”

“Which Media house?”

“HAWA media.”

Something flickers in Stella’s eyes as she leans out of her seat. “And what was your response?”

“I told them Mr. Moore wouldn’t be accepting any interviews currently because of his packed schedule.”

Stella gasps and shoots out from her seat, her eyes widening in their sockets and immediately, I continue, speaking a beat faster, “And that we will contact them as soon as he gets some time off.”

Stella sinks back into her seat and stares at me like she has just returned from the land of the dead.

“Did I do something wrong?” I ask her.

She waves her hand. “HAWA is a big media house recognized internationally, and Mr. Moore has been looking forward to an interview with