He walked to the door, his footsteps silent on the polished marble floor.
Opening it, he was met with the sight of Anderson, standing with his usual rigid posture. Despite the professionalism in his demeanour, there was a flicker of hesitance in Anderson's eyes.
"Boss," Anderson greeted, his voice steady but tinged with formality. "I hope I'm not disturbing your peace."
Noah's calm smile softened the edge of Anderson's tension. "Not at all," he replied, stepping aside to let him in. "Come in."
Anderson hesitated briefly, then nodded and stepped inside, his boots clicking faintly against the floor. His sharp eyes scanned the room instinctively before he turned back to Noah, who closed the door with a soft click.
"Take a seat," Noah gestured toward the armchair across from the couch. Anderson hesitated again but eventually obliged, sitting on the edge of the chair as though ready to spring up at a moment's notice.