"Morning, Hannah," Riffle greeted as soon as she appeared in the office.
Her desk had been moved to the opposite wall across from his. With Ambryan Hathaway absent from the office, the company president, Madison King, had taken most of his duties. Both secretaries will be working under him until Hannah becomes capable enough to share the load on her own.
Hannah nodded in his direction. "Morning, Riffle."
The light that flared in his eyeglasses made his eyes shinier. The tips of his cropped black hair touched the top of his ears. Leaning on his desk, he turned back to the folder in his hand. "Did Sir Ambryan and Madam Eve's flight land in New Zealand yet?"
"Yes, it did." Hannah sighed. She sat down and logged into her computer. "I don't think I've been happier attending a wedding than theirs."
A chuckle left Riffle's lips. "It was quite a sight."
