"What in the world is going on with your secretary, Jay? I had no idea you were keeping such a short-tempered, spiteful woman on your executive payroll," Anthony remarked coolly, breaking the icy silence the moment his tailored trousers settled onto the plush leather sofa. He crossed one leg over the other, smoothing his jacket with a slow, deliberate motion that carried all the weight of his years in the corporate world.
Jayden let out a long, heavy exhale—a sigh laden with exhaustion and quiet frustration—before sinking into the armchair across from his father. He ran a hand over his face, shaking his head. "I'm sorry about that, Dad. Truly. I have no idea what has gotten into her lately. She's completely unpredictable. I swear to you, she was never like this before."
