Gabriel set his pen down and leaned back in his chair, one hand pressing against the back of his neck. The evening sunlight filtered through the tall windows, casting long shadows that stretched across the wall.
Then, a soft knock broke the quiet.
"Come in," Gabriel called.
The door opened, and a figure stepped inside. Gabriel instinctively straightened his posture.
"I see you've taken over some of Nick's workload," Casaio remarked as he pulled out a chair and settled into it with ease.
Gabriel sighed. "Nick has a mountain of pending work. Can't he hire more assistants to deal with it?"
Casaio gave a small, knowing smile. "That's not Nick's way. He believes in handling most matters personally, no matter how heavy the load."
