They were shaking with suppressed laughter, hands clamped over their mouths to muffle any sound. But deep down, they silently applauded Aron. Only he could pull off such a feat: infuriating Esme to the brink while somehow also amusing her.
Esme gave a small shake of her head, pushing her irritation aside as she shifted into her composed, professional demeanor. "This is Mr. Aron, my secretary," she said, her tone crisp. Then, with a calculated pause, she added, "And I have a gift for you."
She turned her attention to the man opposite her, who was slowly regaining his composure, and her voice dropped a few degrees in temperature. "What did you say? Divorce? Fine. But before that, why don't you take a look at this file?"
With theatrical confidence, Aron strolled forward, a mischievous grin plastered across his face, and handed her the infamous file.
