Where Are You Going In Such A Hurry, Miss Facer?

Ezra inhaled deeply as he fixed his gaze on the door. As he waited for Emma to enter the room, he counted down from ten to one. At the fifth number, the door was rapped on, startling him from his thoughts. Ezra fixed himself properly and cleared his throat. He then commanded, "Come on in."

When the door was opened, Emma entered. “Good morning, Ezra.” Although she was smiling, she was perplexed as to why he had summoned her to his office. Sure, she was late but how the hell would he know that? She even has reasons.

Ezra's gaze met Milan's as she stood at the door and gave him an awkward look. She was wondering when they started calling each other by their first names. He motioned with his hands for her to depart. She shut the door, and Ezra locked eyes with Emma. “It is Mr. Queen.”

“Huh? However, you stated—"

"Miss Facer, we are at the office." He offered her a seat. "At work, we address each other by our job titles." He picked up the pen and resumed his work.

Emma sat down, nod