Alisa
When I walked back into Drey's office, he was sitting on his highback black office chair with his back facing the door. I easily figured out that he was on a call with some important associates. I pushed the door quietly and let myself in, then took a few slow strides and dropped into the black leather couch where I always sat to do my tasks.
No matter how many times I walk into this office, I would always find it more fascinating every time. Everything was always in its right place in a way that screamed Drey's dominating aura. From his desk to the floor to the bar in the corner, they were all perfectly suited to detail, reflecting Drey's control even in his work life.
Drey spun his chair around, and from the tired look on his face along with his shoulders that were visibly rig
