Asher's POV

“Good morning, sir.” I stepped outside my home and was greeted by Paul, waiting beside a sleek black sedan, holding my usual coffee.

I couldn’t be bothered with running my company and still worry about what luxury to indulge in. I’d long delegated that responsibility to my staff. Jacob decided what car I arrived in each day.

“Morning, Paul,” I said, barely glancing his way. “How was your night?”

“It–it was fine, sir,” he stammered. Like always. But ...