ANASTASIA’S POV

"Yes, Athena, I’m in my office. You can come by," I replied, signing off on a stack of documents on my desk. "Just ensure you’re here before 4 PM—I have business to attend to after that."

"Oh, I’ll be there in an hour. Don’t miss me too much," Athena said cheerfully on the other end of the line.

I chuckled dryly. "You wish."

As I set the phone back on the desk, my secretary walked in, balancing yet another stack of files in her arms. I sighed inwardly. Managing a family furniture business as a front for our real operations was both a blessing and a curse. The...