Asher’s POV
Stacy had an apologetic look on her face as I walked up to her that morning. “Stacy?”
“Good morning, Mr. Sterling,” she responded in a small voice and lowered her gaze.
I got closer. “What is it?” I asked, my eyes searching her face for answers.
“I’m sorry. I told him to wait for you, but he just barged into the office. He—”
I didn’t wait to hear the rest of the sentence. My face was set in a deep frown as I burst into my office. There was only one person who would do that and throw her into a panic like this. I saw him sitting in my chair like he owned the place. What an annoying start to my day!
“Asher,” he drawled, his voice laced with mock cheer as he twirled the chair around. “Thought I’d drop by,” he shrugged. “You know, have a small chat with my little brother. To
