Ryan groaned playfully, rolling his eyes in mock frustration. "Always on time," he muttered, a hint of amusement in his voice. "Enter, Davis."
Davis opened the door, his expression apologetic. "I'm sorry to disturb you, Your Grace," he said, his gaze shifting between Ryan and Suzy. "But there are messages to reply, signatures to sign, deals to approve. It's past the time to get ready, Your Grace."
Ryan sighed, but his expression remained lighthearted. "Very well then," he said, turning to Suzy and noticing the fleeting shadow of disappointment that crossed her face. He quickly turned back to Davis. "Just bring everything here," he instructed. "I'll do that here. I promised Her Grace I'd be spending the rest of the day by her side." He looked at Suzy, and saw her face light up with joy. He continued, "Bring the Duchess's work here too."
"Of course, Your Grace," Davis replied, bowing slightly. "And there's also an important letter to attend to."