{Eva's POV}
The blinds were down, so I couldn't peek into Ethan's office to see him or find out what he was doing.
I swiftly dropped my bag on my office desk, pulled out the manual, and checked on the coffee that I was making for him.
It was a cup of cortado—a cup of espresso served with warm milk.
I swiftly moved into action, following the guide in his manual, and brewed it quickly.
When I was done, I looked around, not knowing if I could go into Mr. Owen's office.
Mr. Edward wasn't around, and I gulped hard when I saw that it was already 9 a.m.
Swiftly, I picked up the cup of coffee, covered it, and carried it straight to Mr. Owen's office.
The bodyguard didn't stop me as I gently knocked on the door and walked into the office.
The air in the office shifted as I met the gaze of
