Alaric
The documents in front of me remained untouched.
Page after page lay spread neatly across the desk—reports, approvals, financial statements, contracts waiting for signatures. Normally, I would have finished reviewing most of them by now. Work has always been the easiest thing for me to control.
But today—my eyes were on the papers but my mind was not.
My stomach was growling but I had no appetite eating what Julian had delivered—the lunchbox that Housekeeper Kathy had sent for me to ate, which was weird because I can go on a day without even eating, yet right now, I'm craving for something.
However, before I could ask Julian to call Elena to get her cook something for me, he had already understood what I wanted.
As expected from someone who had been working for m
