"Sir!" Roen burst into Edward's office, his voice trembling with urgency. The young man stood there, chest heaving, as if he had sprinted all the way. It was already late into the night, the kind of hour when silence blanketed the building, save for the distant hum of the air conditioner. Edward, still immersed in a pile of unfinished files, barely glanced up.
"Why are you in such a state? Did something happen?" Edward asked, his tone calm but with a hint of concern. His eyes flickered to Roen for a split second before returning to the document in his hand.
"Ah, by the way," Edward continued, his voice steady as he pushed through his exhaustion, "I sent Abigail home early. Could you call her and check if she's had dinner? I might be here longer than expected." He delivered the instructio
