"Doyle..." I whispered his name beneath my breath as the figure standing across from me glances in my direction.
His hair was slicked back into a formal updo and he simply looked sharp from the crisp lines on his clothes. Nevertheless, his presence in the office was one I had not expected that I could only remain frozen as he raises an eyebrow in my direction.
"Ruthard, cutting it close aren't you?" Doyle smirks with a distant tone of voice, even going as far as to call me by my sir name as my lips tightened to thin line.
"Well, don't just stand there. Since you've already clocked in, why don't you get started on your work? We've got deals to close and promotional pitches to present." Doyle folds his arms and shifts his gaze onto Dameon as I lowered my head and sidestep past him albeit walking past a little awkwardly.
