chapter 7

When Asher returned to the office on a crisp Monday morning, he found the report neatly placed on his desk, a testament to his efficient secretary, Max. The act seemed like a minor task, but for Asher, it held profound significance as he meticulously combed through the documents. Max had quickly informed him about the report's arrival as Asher had entered the office, Max's presence looming by the desk. Asher stood beside his sleek mahogany workspace, absorbing Max's articulate narration of the day's agenda.

With a deliberate casualness, Asher unbuttoned his impeccably tailored jacket, the subtle rustle of fabric accompanying his every move. He gracefully settled into the plush leather chair, his gaze unwaveringly fixed upon Max, who had been more than just an ordinary secretary. Asher had initially hired Max as a personal assistant, a decision that undoubtedly elevated his organizational prowess but also exponentially increased his workload.

Despite Max's exceptional abilities, the w