Zenith paused in her steps. Her back remained towards him, and she didn't turn to look back at him immediately. Instead, she waited to register his words. Her brows furrowed, and when she finally heard the soft screech of his chair pushing back, she turned to face him.
"What do you mean, Sir?" Her tone was again carrying the same politeness that Ryan had started to hate. "Did I do something wrong in the report? You can tell me, and I will make the necessary rectification right away."
"I am not talking about that," Ryan spoke through the grit of his teeth. "I am talking about the stupid date you are persistently planning on going. You don't have to force yourself into such stupid things. You can —"
