As the morning light crept into the room, I blinked my eyes open to see Albert, poised and focused, adjusting his tie. The sunlight danced across his chiseled features, casting a glow that accentuated his commanding presence, a reminder of why he was the billionaire CEO.
I found myself momentarily mesmerized, until I noticed his hands pause mid-tie, his gaze landing squarely on me. "You're up already? Looks like you slept like a log last night," he remarked, his tone calm, yet I could sense a hint of discontent beneath the surface.
What's got him in a twist this early?
He stood there, unmoving, and when I failed to catch his subtle hint, he resorted to a few deliberate coughs.
As a competent confidante, I immediately understood he wanted my help. I sprang from the bed and offered eager
