Layla peeked at her watch and raised an eyebrow, "Mr. Frucht, is this a new trend for you to clock in at this hour?"
She had this image in her head of CEOs strutting in their offices before 8 a.m., sipping on iced coffees and dialing into video calls across the globe as the sun rose. But Tristan's delay didn't quite fit the bill.
Tristan stayed quiet with a steely expression while his assistant James, in the passenger seat, chimed in, "Usually, we arrive at 7:20..."
James stopped short as he felt Tristan's icy stare bore into him, shutting him up real quick.
Tristan's lips curved into a slight grin as he explained, "I'm not busy today, so I figured I'd start a little later."
Layla gave a nod. Tristan casually handed her a paper bag from the nearby console, saying, "James got this, but
