Rey had trained himself to keep a neutral expression, to lock every reaction behind discipline the way a subordinate should in front of an Alpha. But this time, he failed completely. His laughter broke out, sharp and uncontrollable, echoing through the office like a crack in composure. "President Presgrave, the truckload of Musang King durians you sent to Miss Tillman? She distributed everything to the entire company. And… she gave you all the credit."
Elliot's expression shifted—just slightly. A pause. A stillness. "Is that so?"
"Yeah," Rey managed, though his shoulders trembled as he tried to hold it in. "Everyone's practically singing your praises." He covered his mouth, laughter slipping through anyway before he forced it back down, his control barely holding together.
Elliot glanced at him, his gaze sharp but not entirely cold. "It's fine to laugh." His voice remained calm, but something unreadable flickered beneath it. I didn't expect her to turn it into something like this.
