At Foster Ventures,
Ryan sat behind his desk, trying to focus on his work. No matter how hard he tried, his mind refused to cooperate. The past few nights had been sleepless, leaving him with a pounding headache that seemed to worsen with each passing hour.
Not able to bear the pain any longer, he massaged his temples briefly before picking up the phone receiver from his desk. "Send me a cup of coffee," he ordered curtly.
And right after a few minutes, there was a knock at the door. "Come in, Zenith," he called out, without masking the irritation in his voice.
The door of his cabin opened to reveal a young woman dressed in professional attire. Her brows were furrowed in concern. "Mr. Foster, this is your sixth cup. If your headache is getting worse, why don't you take a day off today? You could head home and rest —you will get better."
