David Hamm stepped out of the private elevator onto his office floor precisely at seven in the morning, his stride brisk, his expression composed.
However, that composure lasted exactly three seconds.
His assistant, Bennet, stood rigid near the reception desk, shoulders stiff, face pale, eyes darting toward the closed office door as if it might bite him.
David slowed. Then frowned.
"Why do you look like you've just been informed the hospital is on fire?" David asked calmly, adjusting his cufflinks as he walked past.
The assistant swallowed. "Sir… I'm worried because Mr. Knight is already waiting inside."
David stopped mid-step.
"…Already?"
"Yes, sir."
David glanced at his watch. Seven sharp. "He arrived before me?"
The assistant nodded miserably.
'That man has no respect for human circadian rhythms. I guess he didn't sleep all night!' David thought as he waved his hand dismissively.
"All right. Go make yourself useful somewhere else."
