“I know how important it is for your space to be efficiently organised and running smoothly,” Harper said soothingly. “I know this is probably a big change for you and… well, I wanted to make sure you would be alright without me.” Oliver’s shoulders relaxed slightly at her gentle tone, the tension in his jaw easing as he processed her words. The concern in her voice, the way she framed it as caring for his well-being rather than just completing tasks, struck a chord he had not realized was so vulnerable. “I will be fine,” he said, though the words lacked their usual conviction. “I have managed this company for years without needing someone to hold my hand.” He moved behind his mahogany desk, taking his seat and gesturing for her to sit in one of the visitor chairs. The familiar routing fel
