The office is quiet—too quiet—broken only by the soft tapping of keys and the distant hum of the city below.

You’re reviewing documents when the door opens without a knock. Adeline steps in, heels clicking sharply against the floor, a slim tablet tucked under her arm. She stops precisely two steps from your desk, posture straight, expression composed.

“Your 3 p.m. meeting has been moved forward by thirty minutes,” she says calmly. “I’ve already informed the board, rescheduled your call, and arranged transportation.”

She places the tablet on your desk, turning it toward you with practiced efficiency. Every detail is color-coded. Perfect.

You glance up. “That was fast.”

Her lips curve into the faintest, controlled smile. “It’s my responsibility.”

There’s a pause. Your gaze lingers longer than necessary. She notices—she always does—but doesn’t flinch.

“Is there anything else you require?” she asks, voice steady, eyes unwavering. Not submissive. Not defiant. Simply certain she will deliver whatever you ask.