Jessica’s POV
I woke up feeling alive early in the morning as I rushed to the meeting room. I was the first to arrive, vividly waiting for the tracker’s reports with my back on my seat and my fingers expectantly tapping on the table to pass the time.
“You’re early.” Zane arrived with two coffees in hand.
I narrowed my eyes as he approached me and handed me the other one, which was my favorite. Reluctantly, I accepted it and took a sip while keeping my eyes on him as he sat beside me.
“So are you,” I replied, putting my cup down and nodding toward the clock.
The meeting wouldn’t start until half an hour, and he usually arrived either on the dot or five minutes later. His impatience caused him to want everyone to be here already and not waste any of his time.
“I thought you’d be early
