The following morning, Rowan arrived at the office earlier than usual.
Throughout the night, his mind kept circling back to the unanswered calls, ignored messages, and the infuriating audacity of a certain personal assistant who had dared to simply disappear.
As Rowan walked through the lobby of the company, his jaw was set tight, his ocean-blue eyes cold with a barely contained anger.
And unlike before, instead of going straight into his office without looking sideways even when greeted by staff, Rowan stopped at Riley's desk.
"Sir, do you perhaps need me to do something..." Riley almost knocked over her seat in the process of standing up in panic as she asked, her eyes widening.
"Has the new personal assistant come in yet?" Rowan asked sharply, cutting her short.
Riley blinked in surprise at the question. She glanced at her watch, then at the empty area where Lucian's temporary desk had been set up.
