The sleek black car hummed softly as it navigated the quiet streets. Inside,
Niklaus sat with a sharp focus on his tablet, his fingers gliding over the screen as he reviewed documents he'd neglected all day.
His jaw was tight, his expression unreadable, though a faint shadow of frustration lingered on his face.
Steffon, ever the dutiful driver and assistant, glanced at Niklaus through the rearview mirror.
Clearing his throat cautiously, he finally asked, "Boss, what should I do now?"
"Take me home," Niklaus replied flatly, his eyes never leaving the tablet.
Steffon hesitated, his brows furrowing. "But we just left it behind," he grumbled under his breath, risking a sidelong glance.
Niklaus's head tilted ever so slightly, his sharp gaze cutting toward Steffon. "I'm ready to go now, Steffon. I know what you're thinking—save it for your non-existent love life," he said, his tone laced with biting sarcasm.
