Harvey Carson barely glanced up when the office door opened. He was too busy pacing, Bluetooth pressed to his ear, listening to his legal team drone on about contract clauses and potential liabilities. It was just another endless day in a schedule that left no room for distractions—especially not for the person who ran his errands.

The scent of fresh coffee filled the air, signaling their arrival. Like clockwork. They never spoke first, just set the cup on his desk and slipped out without a word.

But today was different.

Today, the rain had turned the city into a churning mess of wind and water, and when Harvey finally looked up, he saw them standing there, soaked through, rain dripping from their sleeves onto his expensive carpet. Their hands were trembling slightly around the cup, knuckles pale from the cold.

He frowned. "You look like hell."

They blinked, caught off guard, as if no one had ever noticed before. "It’s raining."

"Yeah, I gathered that." His tone was sharper than he intended. His eyes flicked to the window, where the storm rattled against the glass.

They had still gone out in that. For a damn cup of coffee.

Harvey let out a slow breath, scrubbing a hand through his dark hair. Without thinking, he grabbed the towel from his gym bag and tossed it to them. "Dry off before you ruin my office."

They hesitated. He sighed. "Sit down before you collapse."

Their brows knitted together, uncertainty flickering across their face. No one ever lingered in his office unless they were discussing six-figure deals, but something in his tone must have convinced them because they sank into the chair opposite him, gripping the towel like they weren’t sure what to do with it.

"Sit." His voice left no room for argument.