Ellena's POV
I returned to Mr. August's office, which has now become my workspace as well. My exhaustion from dealing with people outside this room still hasn't subsided. Now I have to face the reality I can't avoid—sitting at my desk with Mr. August doing the same across from me. However, this time he's back to his cold and rigid demeanor, no longer acting as a partner behind closed doors.
Since I entered the room, I noticed Mr. Calend sitting in a chair in front of Mr. August. His face looked pale, as if he were exhausted from work. Mr. Calend is someone who always works hard by Mr. August's side, so it's no surprise he looks sleep-deprived or tired.
"That man really doesn't give Mr. Calend a moment to breathe. Look at him, his eyes have dark circles, and he seems drained." I couldn't help but feel pity for Mr. Calend's condition.
