CASPIAN'S POV;

I let the door slide open, and there she was, rushing in. She was wearing her flowery flared gown paired with a black button-up shirt, her signature side bag slung over her shoulder, and worn-out black shoes.

"I am so sorry, Sir. I couldn't get a taxi on time," she apologized the moment she reached my desk.

"I gave you time to return, right?" I asked.

"Yes, Sir, but I wasn't able to.."

"As my assistant, once I've given you instructions, it's expected that you follow through," I said firmly, interrupting her.

Then I heard Julian gasp, which made us turn to look in his direction.

"What is...