Adele placed the nameplate back down, but as she did so, her hand knocked against a book that had been sitting near the edge of the desk, and it tumbled down, disappearing beneath the desk.
"Oh no—"
She quickly knelt down, crouched beneath the desk, reaching for the fallen book, and she pulled it out, while reading the embossed title on the cover: 'The Luxury of Being Right, always'.
'Wow!' That had to be the most narcissistic title she'd ever seen.
"Did you miss me terribly or is the air better there?....It hasn't even been a full day." a cold, masculine voice jolted Adele back.
Thud!
"Aw!" Adele stiffled a cry when her head bumped into the desk but her eyes widened because what collided directly with the underside of desk wasn't the back of her head but someone's large hand! He had managed to sheild her head, cushioning the impact!
Adele quickly scrambled up to her feet with a start, clutching the book.
