A stack of documents fell to the floor with a loud crash.
The assistant, holding a tray of coffee, knocked on the door and walked into the office—only to freeze at the scene before her.
Startled, she quickly placed the coffee on the desk and bent down to pick up the papers. As she returned them to the desk, she cautiously glanced at Liam's expression.
His face was calm, but his eyes were sharp, dark, and cold—like a storm brewing beneath a calm sea, ready to explode at any moment.
She held her breath and whispered, "Mr. Grant, your coffee."
Liam didn't look at her, merely cast a glance at the cup, saying nothing.
The assistant tiptoed out, not daring to let her heels make a sound, afraid she might anger him.
She had only taken a few steps when she heard Liam pick up his phone and dial. His tone of voice in the next second made her freeze.
"How's your first day with your mentor going?"
His voice was so gentle, it was hard to believe.
