[Summit Partners]
"If that is all, leave." Atlas's flat voice echoed quietly in the office, directed at Allen without him looking up from the documents he was signing. "Those papers will not reach the desk by themselves."
Allen rocked his head and turned on his heel, only to pause and face his boss again. "Sir, are you and Miss Young really in a relationship?"
"I told you we're not."
"You told your brother, not me."
Atlas's pen stopped mid-signature. At last, he looked up at his assistant. He said nothing, finished his signature, then leaned back in his chair.
"Yes," he admitted the moment his eyes met Allen's. "She is my lover now. And yes, we're going to get married. All I need is for her to agree."
Allen's face twitched. "You sound really sure about it," he blurted, only to see his boss smirk subtly.
Of course, Atlas was sure. He was always confident.
Allen exhaled shallowly, making Atlas raise his brows.
