Charlotte's face went through a dozen emotions in the span of a few seconds. Her lips parted slightly, her eyes widened, and then she froze like a statue.
"B-boss…" she stammered, her voice cracking immediately. "I-I'm sorry for talking like that."
Before Azel could even respond, she panicked and threw the half-empty beer bottle to the side, but a long shadow stretched across the floor, catching it mid-air before it could shatter.
Azel raised a brow. "What was that?"
"My sister has very poor alcohol resistance," Esther's voice sounded from the corner.
Esther stood there, her hands folded neatly behind her back. "She usually talks nonsense when she's drunk."
"…Oh," Azel muttered. "That explains it."
Charlotte fidgeted nervously in her chair, avoiding his gaze. "S-sorry, boss. I didn't mean to sound disrespectful."
"Why are you even drinking beer if you can't handle it?" he asked, especially when she had a business to run
