"Good morning, Amara."
As soon as Amara entered the executive floor, she was greeted by Theron. She blinked, a little startled, because Theron had somehow managed to wave at her while still typing something with his other hand. The man possessed too many skills for one individual.
She smiled politely at him. "Good morning, Mr. Leopold."
Theron's fingers came to a halt. He raised his head slowly, and the frown that furrowed his brow carried the weight of a person who was deeply offended on principle. "You don't have to go full-Victorian on me," he said. "Just call me Theron. I'll call you Amara. We're basically seatmates now. Proximity siblings. It'll be weird if we start bowing to each other. And not gonna lie, I feel kinda old hearing you calling me that."
Amara's response sounded softer than she meant to. "Okay… Theron."
"That's better." He flashed her a grin. "Ready for your first day?"
