The soft hum of the office filled the space as Noel typed steadily, eyes scanning the spreadsheet on his screen.
Every keystroke was precise, deliberate.
Mr. Max appeared at the doorway, leaning slightly against the frame, hands tucked behind his back.
He watched Noel for a moment, eyes lingering in that quiet, measured way that carried both authority and something softer.
"Noel," he said finally, voice calm but firm.
Noel glanced up, fingers pausing on the keys. "Yes, sir?"
"We're going to the warehouse today." Max stepped closer. "I want you to see the operation firsthand. Understanding the logistics, the flow, the real details of the trade—it's important."
Noel nodded slowly, closing the spreadsheet. "Understood. I appreciate the opportunity, sir."
Max's eyes softened, just slightly, a faint smile tugging at the corner of his lips. "You always approach things with such care. I think you'll pick up the nuances faster than most."
