Rino leaned back into the leather seat that he occupied, tapping his fingers slowly on the seat's armrest. He decided to be patient enough to wait for Camira, who kept fumbling through the file cabinets, to get the documents he requested.
Left for the sound of the shuffles through files and the soft hum of the overhead AC that was placed to cool the office, the atmosphere remained quiet.
"Here, sir," Camira finally said, holding a large brown folder with both hands.
Deep within her, she wished this moment never came. Due to this, her reluctance to hand the files over to Rino was evident. She felt more like someone delivering bad news to a war general.
Her demeanor just hinted at her being scared, unsure, and somewhat hoping the blame wouldn't be laid on her.
Rino stretched his hands and took the folder from her trembling hands without a word.
