August leaned back in his chair, eyeing the heavy stacks of folders and leather-bound files that the servants had just dropped onto his desk.
"I think I will take a rest for the remainder of the day. But where is my personal assistant?" he murmured to himself, casting a glance toward the door.
Right on cue, Louis walked into the office and offered a respectful bow. August's expression instantly souled as he recognized the man.
"Do not tell me you are the one who will be assisting me during my stay here," August said, his face contorting with clear annoyance.
"I assure you I am quite capable of assisting you with your duties, Your Highness," Louis replied smoothly.
"And what about Damian? Who will be helping him if you are stuck with me?" August asked, his brows furrowing deep.
