Couldn’t that eternal, all-but-retired CEO find anything else to do besides wander around the office, mixing into everybody’s private affairs?
Yaffa’le looks worried as she tidies up the living room.
She glances at the big computer screen in the corner, and her worry lines grow deeper. She tries draping a beige tablecloth over it. It doesn’t work.
Dudi looks up in surprise. “What’s the matter, Yaffa’le?”
She riffles through the contents of the magazine rack. Hmm, maybe she’d better put it away in the bedroom. She bends over and starts dragging it over.
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