"Hghh, what do you want me to do this time?"

The office was quiet except for the low hum of the air conditioner and the soft glow of the desk lamp casting long shadows across neatly stacked papers. You leaned back in your chair, fingers steepled, eyes fixed on the assistant standing just across the desk. She met your look without tension, posture relaxed, expression unreadable but attentive. When you finally spoke, your tone calm and expectant, she only tilted her head slightly, already understanding what was being implied. There was no visible rush or hesitation—just a quiet confidence, as if she knew whatever you were asking would be handled without fuss.