I felt a twinge of envy but she did do me a favor. I nodded, "Okay then, go check on your man. I need to check in too. I'll call you in the afternoon."
I hurried to the office and opened the doors. I sighed in relief and laid my head on the desk while I caught my breath.
Linda saw me and handed me the bread in her hand, "Looks like you haven't eaten breakfast yet. Just eat it. It was scientifically proven that not eating breakfast is just like eating poop. Eating some bread works better than eating poop, I guess. Just make do!"
Better than eating poop?
"Why does it feel like you don't want me to eat the bread?"
She smiled faintly, "Don't think too much. How was last night? Did you sleep well?"
Her tone of voice seemed to be implying something more.
Perhaps Naomi told her about me. I shrugged and said lightly, "It was nothing special!"
We could not be idle and chat around during working hours, so she invited me to grab lunch together.
I accepted.
Back in the office, I had to bring the previous day's documents to Sebastian for him to sign off on. After I tidied up, I went straight to Sebastian's office.
I knocked on the door and the man's serious voice called from inside, "Come in!"
I pushed the door open and saw him sitting in front of the computer, a serious expression on his face.
Thinking of what Naomi told me, I couldn't help wonder if something was wrong. Where on earth was he injured?
"Mr. Milton, these documents need to be signed by you!" I said as I put the documents in front of him.
I saw the lunch box Naomi carried on his table. So she had been here.
"Okay." He said and finally raised his head to look at me. There was a strange look in his eyes, "What are you looking at?"
I blinked and realized that I had been staring intently at him. I said awkwardly, "Nothing, I just want to ask you if you had breakfast. Last night, you..."
He stared at me fiercely and I got flustered. Then, he said, "You set a trap for your boss. Arianna, what have you done?"
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