Aiden's POV
I should have been informed immediately. That's what assistants are for—to relay critical messages promptly, not filter them based on their perception of urgency. But Tobias, usually competent to a fault, had decided to wait.
When he finally approached me that afternoon, his hesitation spoke volumes. "Sir, there's… a matter I thought you should know about. I think Miss Alexia called earlier."
I looked up from my desk, my tone cutting. "And you're telling me this now?"
He shifted uncomfortably, clearly aware of the storm brewing beneath my calm exterior. "Apologies, sir. She… well, she was quite insistent, but also, uh… unconventional in her approach."
My gaze narrowed. "Explain."
Tobias cleared his throat. "She referred to you as—" He paused, as though the next words physically pained him. "Mr. Almond Milk."
