Miranda's POV:
*THREE MONTHS LATER*
"Nepo baby, tell me you're done with that report."
I tossed the bound report at his face. "What do you even take me for?"
"You know, that's exactly why I love you. Always coming through for the poor folks," Ferdinand breezed in front of me, a cocky smile on his face, the report tucked under his arm and two coffees in one. "I still can't understand you drinking only black coffee now. You used to love a flat white with caramel."
I snatched the cup from him. "Thank you, partner." I said and took a pointedly noisy sip of the coffee and gagged.
He shook his head. "She won't talk to me." He walked over to his desk which was a few feet away from mine. "She won't tell me anything. And I'm her most trusted partner." He grumbled, loud enough for me to hear
