Claude sat at his expansive mahogany desk, the afternoon sunlight filtering through the blinds and casting stripes across the polished surface. Officially, he had a mountain of work to conquer: contracts to review, meetings to prep for, emails that had piled up like miniature Everest peaks. Yet, despite the supposed urgency, his mind kept wandering… as it always did these days—to Mio.
He tapped a pen absentmindedly against his desk, eyes glazed over as he recalled her morning scowl, the way she had crossed her arms and threatened the couch as punishment for his negligence. He couldn't suppress a small smirk. "Sulking again," he muttered under his breath, shaking his head. "Absolute merciless sulking."
Shen, his ever-patient assistant, cleared her throat from behind his chair. "Claude… sir… the board meeting is in thirty minutes, and we still need your signature on three major contracts."
