AYRA'S POV:

I sat at my desk, feeling utterly drained and exasperated. A relentless pounding in my head made it hard to focus, yet I couldn't bring myself to mention my exhaustion to Mr. Arrogant. He had resumed his insufferable behavior, making it impossible to seek any sympathy or understanding from him.

"Hey, you," the arrogant, familiar voice called out, as he walked into my office without even knocking.

"Sir," I said in a whisper, as I didn't even have the strength to speak in my full voice.

"I need you to go to the printing department and ask them for the copy I sent to be printed. Do it...