AYRA'S POV:

I yawned once more, worn out from spending the whole night making the corrections Mr. Arrogant demanded. My head feels heavy, as if burdened by a weight. Thankfully, I didn't have to deal with the hassle of getting his coffee, since Mr. Ian kindly took care of that for me. All I did was just to get it from him.

"Good morning, sir," I greeted Mr. Arrogant cheerfully the moment I stepped into his impeccably organized office, hoping my tiredness wouldn't show.

As usual, he didn't reply; instead, he continued with what he was doing.

"Your coffee, sir," I said as I quietly set the cup down.

"We're...