Yvonne Finley chuckled at Dashton Xandra's disgruntlement before looking towards Caleb Baker.
He might seem a bit wild, but...
He was genuinely easy on the eyes.
"He hasn't done anything out of the ordinary, has he? He has been coming and going at regular hours."
"Regular? Don't let this handsome face fool you!" Dashton Xandra scratched his head, "His work attitude is utterly lax! Since he walked in the door, he hasn't interacted with anyone, and I can't even assign him any work!"
"Can't, or don't dare?"
"Of course, I don't..." Dashton Xandra's words stuck in his throat, realising he had been caught, "what am I afraid of a young punk doing?"
Yvonne hummed, "You don't dare, then I'll go."
Dashton Xandra: "..." he didn't, he wasn't.
Knock knock knock——
A beautifully slender hand tapped on his desk, Caleb Baker raised his eyes leisurely, seeing Yvonne he tilted his head nonchalantly: "Do you need something?"
