At Warren Corp —
Dylan sat behind his desk, working through the stack of files laid neatly before him. Although he had been working the entire day, he still looked as though he had just begun. There was no trace of exhaustion, irritation, or frustration on his face.
His collar remained perfectly fastened, his tie still in place, and posture as upright as ever.
Everything about him … was impeccably composed.
One look at him —and anyone could understand how such a man could command attention effortlessly.
A knock sounded at the door, but it didn't deter Dylan's focus. He neither looked up nor responded.
After a moment, the door was pushed open and Dylan's secretary entered the room.
"President Warren," Secretary Wyatt said respectfully, "It's already late in the evening. Young Miss must be waiting for you. Should I arrange the car?"
