As soon as Stella reached the office, she heard the phone ringing.

She rushed into Damian’s office.

Damian shot her a cold glance. “You’re late.”

“I’m sorry, Mr. Clark. My husband got injured last night, so I had to stop by the pharmacy to get some medication, which made me a minute late.”

She emphasized one minute.

Just one minute—was that really such a big deal?

Damian knew the medication was for ...