"Why does it seems like you are afraid of my soon-to-be brother-in-law?" Darmiel asked Brenda with a raised eyebrow. His baritone voice cut through the quiet air of his executive office, his sharp dark eyes narrowing as he locked his gaze onto his Executive Assistant’s flustered face.
He leaned back against his expensive leather high-back chair, folding his arms tightly over his chest as he waited for a response.
Brenda cleared her throat and could not look at her boss. Her fingers nervously fidgeted with the edge of her tablet, her gaze shifting rapidly from the mahogany desk to the floor, deliberately avoiding the piercing intensity of his stare.
"Nothing, Boss Darmiel. Please disregard my actuation. I will be there at the meeting, don't worry," Brenda said as she tried to smile at
