AYRA'S POV:

I settled into my desk, feeling a sense of resignation as I gazed blankly at the task that had been thrust upon me by Mr. Arrogant, my mind struggling to find motivation amidst the oppressive weight of his expectations.

"How does he expect me to finish all this work before the end of the day? It's quite daunting, and the thing is, I don't even know where to begin," I muttered aloud, frustration evident in my voice as I continued to flip through on the computer.

Quickly, a surge of determination propelled me to snatch my phone from the desk, my fingers swiftly tapping out Mrs. Laura's digits...