Victor’s face lit up when he heard that Zara had remembered.
“Oh… that explains why she called me sir today,” he said thoughtfully, lowering his gaze as he spoke to his mother.
His mother smiled gently, her eyes warm with understanding. “You can’t blame her, my dear. You are her boss, after all. It’s only natural.”
Victor made his way upstairs, his steps slow but deliberate. When he reached Zara’s door, he knocked softly.
A moment later, the door opened.
Zara stood there, her fingers gripping the edge of the door as if it were the only thing keeping her steady. Her eyes were lowered.
“Good evening, sir,” she said quietly.
“Zara” Victor cut her off gently. “Be the way you’ve always been with me. Don’t start with the titles now.” His voice softened. “Besides… We're family. I see you a
