A knock on the door diverted his attention from the work at hand, yet he ignored the distraction, focusing on his work.

The sound of the knock was heard again, making him growl out loud at whoever was signing his or her death wish by disrupting his work.

“Who the fuck is that?” He growled, just then the door to his office creaked open, and a familiar figure strode in.

With her head bent to the ground, she approached him seated on his desk, his brow furrowed at her audacity.

“What are you doing here?” he asked in the nicest voice he could mutter, which sounded cold as usual. In...