Ryan ran a hand through his hair, his frustration evident. "Enough of this nonsense," he said abruptly, his tone firm but not unkind. He glanced at Amber, his jaw tight before letting out a sigh. "I’m sorry for snapping at you all the time."
Amber blinked, clearly taken aback by the sudden shift in his demeanor.
"Let’s just get this over with," he continued, his voice softer now. "Follow me to the office. We’ll go through the contract one more time."
Without waiting for her response, he turned and started walking, leaving Amber no choice but to follow.
Ryan’s office was compact but elegant, with dark wooden bookshelves meticulously lined with books. A large glass desk dominated the space, accompanied by a sleek black leather chair behind it and two smaller chairs in front. The soft glow of a modern lamp cast a warm light, contrasting with the neat stack of papers and an open laptop on the desk.
Gesturing to one of the chairs, Ryan said, “Have a seat.”
Amber slumped into the chair, her
