Cecilia was rushing towards her before she even stepped into the lobby.
She frowned. "What is it, Cecilia?"
"Mr. Ryker wants you in his office now. He said it's urgent and that it can't wait another minute."
Demetria raised a brow. "That's alright, Cecilia. Thank you." She didn't understand why Cecilia was so flustered. She was right on time. If he was an irreparable workaholic, that was his problem, not hers. She dropped her bag by the side of her desk, shrugged her coat off and then made his way to his office.
She knocked and waited, although she didn't wait long. He barked a response and she calmly walked inside, steeling herself for what came up next. He was in a very bad mood.
He looked up, glowering at her. She was about to greet him, but he cut her off before she even opene
