Anastasia POV
"Call the sales representatives, I want to have a conversation with them about their numbers, they are quite concerning," I tell my assistant when I notice the shock on everyone's face outside of the office. I raise a brow at that, what's happening?
Soon a figure appears behind my doors, a bouquet of lilies and daisies over his arm, his crisp black suit holding his body, "Mr Greyson" my assistant is quick, pulling the door open to reveal his form.
My eyes remain on his, un shattering, "You may leave us" he turns to my assistant
She lets out a squeal walking past him, he steps in closing the door behind him, "No privacy?" he raises a brow at me.
"I have blinds," I say in a clipped tone, turning down to the documents on my table, my forehead scrunching in a frown, confusio
