14

Sebastian’s POV

The soft hum of my office air conditioner was the only sound accompanying me as I worked through the last few contracts of the day. The room was impeccably organized, as always—mahogany shelves lined with books, neatly stacked files on the desk, and my laptop glowing faintly under the warm lighting. After a quick lunch brought to me by my assistant, I leaned back in my leather chair, running a hand through my hair, already feeling the weight of another long day.

The phone on my desk buzzed, breaking my brief respite. Without glancing at the caller ID, I picked it up. “Hello,” I said curtly.

“Hello, boss,” came Tom’s voice on the other end.

“Come to the point,” I replied, my tone firm and no-nonsense.

“Boss, Miss is going shopping with her friend,” he informed me.