Ethan sharply drew in a breath. "Ms. Carrington... seems like... she hasn’t arrived yet!"

As he spoke, he cast a cautious glance at Samuel, bracing himself for the response.

Samuel’s expression turned glacial. "Late on her very first day of work. Who gave her this privilege?"

"Maybe it was traffic this morning," Ethan ventured, grappling for an excuse to shield Yvonne.

Samuel’s eyes narrowed, icy and unforgiving. "Traffic? Does the ...