Asher’s POV

Stacy had an apologetic look on her face as I walked up to her that morning. “Stacy?”

“Good morning, Mr. Sterling,” she responded in a small voice and lowered her gaze.

I got closer. “What is it?” I asked, my eyes searching her face for answers.

“I’m sorry. I told him to wait for you, but he just barged into the office. He—”

I didn’t wait to hear the rest of the sentence. My face was set in a deep frown as I burst into my office. There was only one person who would do that and throw her into a panic like this. I saw him sitting...