The gears of the Company began to turn in a harmonious rhythm.
In her office, Eira Whitlock was engrossed in a phone call. Outside, Everett Luminar lounged at the secretary's desk, feet propped up nonchalantly, hands cradling his head. The sensation of playing secretary to his own wife was unexpectedly delightful!
"Everett, come in!" Eira's voice echoed from the office, her eyes narrowing at the sight of Everett's relaxed posture.
With a lazy stretch, Everett rose and sauntered into Eira's office.
"Could you try to act a bit more professional?" Eira chided, her brows furrowing.
"Absolutely, I'll heed every word my wife says," Everett replied, a playful smile dancing on his lips. "What did you need me for?"
Eira's face lit up as she relayed the details of her call.
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