MATTEO’s POV

 I strode through the busy office, clutching the documents in my hand. Approaching my secretary's cubicle, I dropped the papers on her desk, my gaze meeting hers with a silent, commanding authority. She cowered under my stern, impassive expression, nodding in understanding as I dispensed my instructions with a swift economy of words. As I turned to depart, she rose from her chair, her nervous fingers fiddling with the documents I dropped. 

  “Sir, can I speak with you?”. She said, concern etched on her features.

 “Yes?”. I replied, irritated.

 “I do not mean to pry, but I can tell you’re going through a lot. Your eyes doesn’t look...