RONAN'S POV
Returning to Wolf Creed’s main branch today felt like stepping into a battlefield. Not the kind fought with weapons, but one steeped in power plays and simmering tensions. The air seemed heavier, the weight of responsibility pressing down on my shoulders as I strode toward my office.
“Good morning, Mr. Ronan,” the secretary greeted, his voice carrying a mix of politeness and apprehension.
“Morning,” I replied curtly, barely breaking my stride.
As I reached my office door, I stopped and turned to him. “Robin arrived yet?”
The secretary hesitated, visibly uncomfortable. “Not yet, Sir.”
“And what time does he usually come in?” I pressed, though I already knew the answer. Robin’s reputation for tardiness was legendary.
“Uh… uhmmm…” he stammered, avoiding my gaze.
I sighed, waving off his struggle. “Never mind. It’s fine. Don’t bother.”