TRENT POV
I frowned, shuffling between the files that were on the table. My expression was stressed out; a lot has been happening lately, and it was all I could do to keep myself from overreacting and to appear privately normal in front of people.
Gilbert walked into my room and placed my usual cup of steaming hot choco on the table.
This was the ritual now.
I arrived home all stressed out, managing to survive another day in my head, and Gilbert observed me carefully by the side without saying a word.
He would quietly slip into my office and put a hot drink on the table for me to calm down. It was hard these days, especially as I wasn't into drinking at all, but of course, I had faced worse.
Yes, I had faced way worse than this.
"She's just a woman, get it together," I muttered to m
