Chapter: 24

He abandoned his work, opting for a brief respite.

“Dylan, make me a cup of coffee," he commanded.

“Certainly, Mr. Hewitt," Dylan responded promptly.

Settling into the sofa, Alan closed his eyes to rest.

The coffee arrived swiftly, but one sip was enough to wrinkle Alan's brow.

"What kind of coffee beans did you use? It doesn't taste right."

Catching the frown on his boss's face, Dylan could only offer the truth.

"I used the beans from the cabinet, Mr. Hewitt. I'll brew another cup right away."

"Never mind. It seems you can't even brew a simple cup of coffee correctly!"

Alan's irritation was palpable as he set the cup aside.

His thoughts drifted to Kaitlin, who had always ground the coffee beans herself and left them in his office.

Despite often ignoring her presence, he had unwittingly come to rely on her thoughtful gestures-like ensuring the coffee was always at the perfect temperature or lighting scented candles during his breaks.

Kaitlin had performed these tasks silently, without ever seeking acknowledgment.

"Mr. Hewitt, perhaps you'd be more comfortable resting in the Lounge for a bit?" Dylan suggested gently, observing his boss's weariness.

"Yes, prepare the lounge," Alan replied tersely.

"Understood, sir."

Eager to avoid further errors, Dylan meticulously arranged everything in the lounge.

Upon entering, Alan noticed the scented candle by the bed was unlit, sparking another surge of annoyance.

“\ihat is going on with you today? Can't you manage even the simplest tasks?" he snapped.

Dylan was feeling somewhat wronged. “Mr. Hewitt, previously, everything was managed personally by Mrs. Hewitt. I..."

“Is that supposed to be an excuse? Couldn't you have asked her?"

After a moment's thought, Dylan retrieved his phone and dialed Kaitlin, intentionally setting the call to speakerphone.

At that moment, Kaitlin was amidst a conversation with her employees at the studio. Catching sight of the incoming call, she excused herself to speak privately.

"Dylan, what can I do for you?"