Taking a small breath, she whispers, "Sir... may I come in?" and slowly pushes the door open. Zavian is on a phone call- but not just talking. He is shouting. His deep voice echoes like thunder in the room. "I DON'T CARE! FIX IT TODAY, NOT TOMORROW!" Aylin freezes at the doorway, startled. She steps inside quietly, trying not to disturb him, but the moment she places the cup on the desk- His voice blasts again, even louder: "ARE YOU ALL COMPLETELY USELESS?" Aylin jumps in fear. The hot coffee slips from her hand- the cup tilts- and the coffee spills all over the desk, soaking Zavian's papers... ...and splashes on Aylin's hand. "A-Ah-" she hisses softly as the heat stings her skin. For a moment, there is dead silence. Then Zavian turns his head slowly toward her. His eyes are ice. Read to see more what will happen in the story His jaw clenches. And his voice... Low. Dangerous. Ruthless. "Are you out of your mind?" Aylin steps back instantly. "S-Sir I-I didn't mean-" "Of course you didn't mean it," he snaps. "You never mean anything. But somehow you still manage to ruin everything you touch." Her chest tightens. Zavian slams the file shut-now drenched-and stands up sharply. "Clean this. All of it. Now."