Ryan sat at his desk, rubbing his temples as he stared at the endless pile of documents in front of him.

His mind was restless, filled with thoughts about the custody case and everything happening around him.

With a sigh, he pressed the intercom button.

“Jefferson, come to my office.” His voice was firm but tired.

A few moments later, the door opened, and Jefferson stepped inside.

He was dressed sharply, as always, with his neatly pressed suit and a folder tucked under his arm.

“You ...