The man she liked must be someone who could control her and make her look up to him; it must be someone like Hendrix.
But all she could do was admire him. It wasn't like he was someone she could get anyways.
When I went back to Hendrix's office, I started reading a book but got sleepy after reading it for a while.
I then fell asleep on the sofa. When I woke up, I was covered with a blanket. The office was dim; it seemed like someone had altered the light settings.
I looked around and did not see Hendrix. I stretched and straightened my back. I felt a little cold, so I wrapped myself cozily in the blanket.
Soon after, Evan pushed open the door and came in.
When he saw that I had woken up, he was astounded and said, "Madam, are you hungry? What would you like to eat? I'll get them for you!"
I looked up and peered out the window, seeing that it was already dark outside. "What time is it?"
He replied, "It's eight o'clock."
I frowned, "Is Hendrix still in his meeting?"
Evan nodded, "The international meeting has ended but the Al meeting hasn't. Mr. Roberts asked that I get you something to eat first."
I nodded, "Has Hendrix eaten yet?"
He shook his head, "He hasn't!"
After thinking for a while, I said, "Please order two steaks and two cups of milk for me. I'd like them hot. And get us some dessert as well."
After a pause, I looked at him and asked, "Evan, have you eaten yet?"
He was stunned and shook his head honestly, "No!"
I clicked my tongue at him. "Poor man, you sure have suffered. Please order three steaks instead, and you order whatever else you want. Don't worry about the money. Mr. Roberts will foot the bill."
He laughed, nodded and then went out.
I got up and went to the bathroom to wash up. Then, I went to the lounge to look for Hendrix's clothes and put them on.
Evan entered the office again after he ordered us our meals.
I frowned at the time, thinking about Hendrix was still in a meeting this late at night.
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