But I did not expect, Louisa brought me breakfast on the table with the sticky note on the bag.
[Marco and I go to meet some clients and have lunch together.]
It was her handwriting.
The breakfast box she brought in the bag was my least favorite lamb sandwich.
It was obvious that it was not what she was prepared for me.
I handed the breakfast to my assistant and asked him to go out and sell me another one.
A relationship that had changed in quality was like an unappetizing breakfast. There was no need to force ourself to eat it.
At one o'clock in the afternoon, I finished dealing with all the documents, but there was no sign of Louisa.
My assistant suddenly pushed the door and casually said, "Sir, I saw Ms. Louisa and her assistant went to eat seafood. What do you want to eat? I'll order it for you."
I was stunned for a moment and frowned. "Where did you see them?"
My assistant shook the mobile phone in his hand with a look of surprise.
"On X, her assistant posted a message thanking Ms. Louisa for treating him to a delicious meal."
I lit a cigarette and blew a puff into the air.
The guilt I felt for impulsively agreeing to the blind date last night completely disappeared.
At three o'clock in the afternoon, Louisa pushed the door to my office and stepped in with her high heels.
Followed Marco behind her.
"Lionel, sorry, I didn't get back from meeting with my business partners at noon. I just had a quick bite outside. Have you eaten yet?"
I picked up the documents she brought back and gave a faint response. "Hmm."
She pulled out a chair in front of the table and sat down, sighing.
"Lionel, I don't know how the news about the sports car spread in the company. The staffs are all talking about Marco behind his back. Can you come and help Marco explain it for the sake of signing big orders today?"
My hand, which was about to sign, paused and I raised my eyes.
"Didn't you give him the car and he accepted it? What's the point of having me, an outsider, wipe his ass?"
The girl's cold face showed some dissatisfaction.
"You're the boss, Lionel, this is a matter of words."
I leaned back in the recliner and sneered.
"Do you want me to use my authority to force the people below to shut their mouths up?"
Wasn't it normal for people to criticize a boss who gave his or her assistant a luxury car?