At eight in the morning, the office was already bustling. The staff were busy with their own work. Nathan walked in with a serious face, his neat suit wrapping his broad figure. As soon as he reached his office, he pressed the intercom button.

“Fabby, come into my office now.”

Not long after, the door opened. Fabby walked in with a bright expression, trying to hide the irritation she had felt the night before. She carried a tablet and some files, assuming Nathan wanted to discuss the day’s agenda.

“Sir, here’s the meeting schedule—”

“No need.” Nathan cut her off coldly. “Sit.”

Fabby was taken aback for a moment, then...