The afternoon sun slanted sharply through the floor-to-ceiling windows of Cael Alexander's executive office, casting long, geometric shadows across the polished hardwood floor.
The heavy glass office door clicked open with a muted chime, and Alistair Triste stepped into the room, followed closely by Jadelyn Roscoe. Alistair's dark gaze swept over the table, but before his eyes could register the layout of the documents, they snagged instantly on the modern seating arrangement. He paused in his tracks, his hand still hovering near the door handle, his brows furrowing as he studied the sleek, charcoal-toned upholstered sofa positioned opposite Cael's desk.
"New three-seater?" Alistair asked, his voice deadpan and entirely serious as he gestured vaguely toward the luxury sofa.
