Party

"Hazel!"

He called, prompting her to turn back. Her posture exuded professionalism as she faced him.

"Yes, sir," she responded, her eyes meeting his.

Francisco, intrigued by her promptness and composure, took a moment before asking, "Why are you leaving?"

Hazel, momentarily caught off guard, gathered herself.

"I consider this to be an important call for you," she replied with a confident smile, revealing her understanding of the intricacies of his role.

A smirk played on Francisco's lips at her response. He took a deep breath, nodding approvingly.

"You are my PA, so you don't have to leave every time."

His words were a mix of acknowledgment and a subtle invitation to delve deeper into the layers of her professional persona.

"Ah my mistake."

"I sincerely apologize."

Hazel's lowered her green eyes.

Francisco, with a tilt of his head and a smirk playing on his lips, acknowledged her words.

"Come here," he casually beckoned, a tone of intrigue in his voice that Hazel found bo