(Author’s POV)
The sound of a soft knock echoed through the private dining room just as Aurora was taking a sip of her water. The door opened a moment later, and the receptionist stepped in with her polite smile still intact.
Behind her stood a young woman in her late twenties, her posture was straight, her expression polite but uneasy. The faint anxiety in her eyes didn’t go unnoticed by the three sitting at the table.
Ian immediately recognized her face. Before coming here, he had already called Asher’s manager and discreetly asked for the female assistant’s details, her name, age, and even a recent picture from the agency file. So, when she stepped in, he gave a small nod of acknowledgment.
The receptionist bowed lightly and stepped outside.
The assistant, now standing at the thr
