~Joanna
The office buzzed with the usual morning chaos as I stepped in, clutching my bag tightly. My heels clicked against the polished floor as I made my way to Mr. Dilglere’s office. Being his personal assistant was no small feat. Every day felt like a whirlwind of tasks—meetings to schedule, coffee to prepare, papers to organize, and a dozen other little things that seemed to pop out of nowhere.
I took a deep breath, plastering a polite smile on my face as I stepped inside. Mr. Dilglere, a middle-aged man with silver-streaked hair and sharp, calculating eyes, was already at his desk, flipping through a stack of documents.
“Good morning, Mr. Dilglere,” I greeted, setting my bag down.
He glanced up briefly, nodded, and then handed me a sheet of paper. “Joanna, I need these figur
