Zara's POV
I strode into the grand room with purposeful, confident steps, exuding self-assurance despite the unfamiliar setting. Everyone was impeccably dressed and gathered for a celebration. As I made eye contact, I acknowledged them with a self-assured nod and smile.
A familiar, deep voice boomed from ahead, "I wonder how you are still employed if you can't follow a simple order by coming on time..."
I turned to see Zen, clad in a perfectly tailored Armani suit, striding in with unwavering confidence. Despite his displeased expression, his overall demeanor exuded perfection, except for the noticeable look of displeasure
"I'm sorry, I completely forgot to set an alarm. I—"
"Enough with the excuses! You've delayed everyone and wasted our time. Let's just get together and dine," he hissed and walked away.
