"I had no idea that a colleague of Mr. Ryder was in charge of this place," Sean began, attempting to break the awkward tension between them. His eyes remained fixated on Yves' face, captivated by the Omega's every move as he poured a cup of warm tea.
Yves could feel the weight of Sean's gaze on him, and the air in the room seemed to crackle with electricity. The tea, once a simple gesture of hospitality, now held an air of intrigue as it sat steaming before Sean.
"Not just Mr. Ryder," Yves smiled, though inwardly struggling to maintain his composure. It felt like he was walking on a tightrope, torn between his hidden feelings and the plan he had set in motion. "I've been working with Mr. Nathan and Mrs. Morrison for quite some time."