MILES:
The conference lasted three hours, leaving me utterly drained. By the time it concluded, the entire place was pitch-black, only the illumination blaring from my floor, indicated my presence. Brandon had stationed guards around the area when I emerged. As I passed each one, they offered a curt nod, battling to keep their eyes open against the weight of exhaustion.
At the entrance to my office door, Brandon awaited me, appearing the most alert, with no sign of fatigue marring his composure. Precisely why I like and have kept him in my employ all these years.
Approaching him, he gave a small bow. "Brandon, have a late-night snack delivered to the men and to my office. Prepare it for two; Miss Tate will be pulling an all-nighter with me. A steak with salad would be preferable, along
