CHAPTER 45

Harold's POV.

I cracked my knuckles, a tired yawn escaping my lips. I adjusted myself properly on the chair and typed on, trying to finish my work. We were behind schedule but thankfully, after three nights of staying awake, I had covered up my work.

I grabbed my glass, took a sip of it, and placed it back on the desk. I pushed back my laptop and started to sort out my files, the ones scattered on the desk when the door to my study pushed open and Damien strolled in.

He stopped when he saw what I was doing, brows perked up in amusement.

“Isn't your assistant supposed to be here?” He asked as he took the second couch opposite where I was seated.

“I gave her the week off,” I replied. He stopped to stare at me before a deep chuckle resounded from him.

“Since when?” He asked and I shot him a glare.

“She deserves it. She has been working hard.” I told him as I concluded what I was doing before shutting my laptop.

He nodded and turned toward me, shoving his phone which he had been previousl