Argenti's face scowled when he caught a glimpse of his new assistant in a close conversation with one of his workers. He felt his jaw clench and his fists ball up at his sides while a familiar feeling of jealousy rose within him.

He wanted nothing more than to interrupt their talk and drag his assistant away. Stepping forward, his shoes hit the floor with a sharp smack as he spoke with a voice that carried casualty and authority.

"Good morning," He said, completely ignoring the male worker as his eyes locked onto the female assistant. "I was just wondering where you were, my dear assistant." He added—speaking the word "assistant" with a noticeable hard edge.