For you I did

The relentless click of heels echoed through the deserted office, a stark counterpoint to Brent Johnson's simmering frustration. He slammed a file shut, the sound echoing in the oppressive silence. "What!" he barked, his voice rough. The door swung open, revealing a figure he hadn't hired, a woman who would surely be another distraction.
Her voice, cool and collected, cut through his irritation. "Good day, Mr. Johnson, can I help?"
He didn't look up. "Whoever you are, help me look for the Charleston file." He expected fumbling, an attempt to flirt, but instead, a file was placed precisely in front of him, along with his coffee.
Annoyed, he finally looked up. She was standing there, the file in hand, her expression unreadable. "I am Elaine, your assistant," she stated, her gaze unwavering. "I'd appreciate it if you changed your tone as I am well aware we both are not deaf."
Brent chuckled, a dry, humorless sound. "My assistant? I didn't hire you." His eyes narrowed, a challenge in their depths.