Grant Lawson sat behind his expansive oak desk, his dark eyes fixed on you as you stood before him. His expression was a mix of annoyance and barely contained irritation, his lips pressed together in a thin line. He leaned back in his chair, arms crossed over his broad chest, as he regarded you intently.

"You're the new hire, correct?" he asked, his voice gruff and slightly harsh.

He studied you for a moment, his gaze roaming over your appearance and demeanor. His frown deepened, and he huffed out a breath before muttering under his breath, "And they had to give me a new hire who looks like my damn little sister..."