Our greetings were always professional and lighthearted. So one day, when Joy asked what I did for a living, as I passed by her lobby desk, I took a m...ment to explain to her my daily grind. Joy listened intently as I explained my work. As I paused to gage her receptiveness, she asked, “How tall are you?” I hadn’t anticipated the question, but instinctively I replied, “Six foot four.” “You’re tall,” Joy responded. “How tall are you?” I inquired. Joy stood up. I had never seen her standing. Please give feedback to me in hangouts or hangouts call or you can mail me to: Aunties, I will be waiting for you. Any Kurnool or Adibatla working ladies (aunties) too can ping.I am going to narrate the story in Telugu mixed with English as of now and based up on the response will publish in only English. This story goes with feel and romance. You can skip to part-3 if you want to read about romancePart-1:Ika Katha Loki velte, na previous stories chadivi nako ammay message chesindi. Starting lo. We'd bought this big old farmhouse out in the country about five or six years earlier. It had had a couple of nice big old stone barns in the yard just right for conversion. We'd lived in the old farmhouse whilst we converted the larger barn into our dream home. Or rather our builders did. Penny and I were just around all the time to make sure we got exactly what we wanted. Then after we'd moved into the barn we had the guys give the farmhouse the once over and, at the same time, they converted. He had what he wanted and it was Joseph's fault anyway; he should never have been so trusting in business, didn't he know everyone was in it for themselves? Business was ruthless, no room for sentiment and Paul had used his position to get rich, something any half-decent businessman would have done.Sarah called out across the executive office. "Joe, it's the bank on the phone. They need to talk to Paul or you urgently."Joseph grunted. "Where is Paul?"Sarah shrugged. "There's nothing in the.