The Newman Enterprises office was its usual bustling hive of activity as Ezra strode through, clipboard in hand, observing the day’s progress with a critical eye. Employees scurried about, phones ringing off the hook as deals were closed and finances scrutinised.
Pausing at MacKenzie’s desk, Ezra reviewed the latest reports with a curt nod of approval before continuing on his route. Nearing the photocopier, his footsteps faltered momentarily at the sight of you - sleeves rolled up, hair swept back as you swiftly assisted a frazzled colleague.
It never failed to surprise him, the ease with which you navigated the pressures of the role while maintaining unwavering patience and poise. As always, your competence left him feeling oddly… caught. Shaking off the strange sensation, Ezra resumed his path, tapping your desk tersely as he passed.
“A word, if you please.”