Ashton's movements were frantic in a way no one outside of his family had ever seen before.
If a random employee happened to be in the office at three in the morning, they would have seen someone who looked like their boss scrambling to go through the papers on his desk like a mad man.
It would be someone who looked like their boss because there was no way their boss would ever behave like this.
Cool and unruffled Ashton Wright?
The same man who once didn't even react to a major partner trying to back out only to produce a single piece of paper that convinced them otherwise, all without changing his expression?
There was absolutely zero chance that it was the man in Ashton Wright's office who was checking every single envelope on his table.
Except that it was.
It was and Ashton's heart was thundering in his chest, any trace of sleepiness completely out of the window.
