Benedict
Benedict Windsor sat at his desk, nursing a cup of coffee that tasted more bitter than usual. The bright morning sunlight streaming through the vast windows of his office made his headache worse—a hangover he hadn't expected, and certainly hadn’t appreciated. Memories of last night’s bar outing flashed through his mind with a faint sense of irritation. Most of the evening was a blur, but one part remained annoyingly clear: Anastasia. Her sharp replies and refusal to let him rattle her had lingered, and even now, her image stayed at the edge of his thoughts.
The sound of a knock broke through his reflections, and he turned to see his assistant, Adam, entering the office. Behind him was Jacob, the young intern who had once offered a promising idea that had since ballooned into an
