Tristan's POV:

Does she do this stuff on purpose?

My lips are held tersely together as I struggle to keep my face clear of the laughter that erupted within me during the meeting. I'm supposed to be chastising her for being late and I can barely keep a grin from appearing on my face.

"You do need to make a better effort to be on time for work in the morning."

"Sorry sir," she replies, her head down, her expression disappointed.

She's one of the best ...