Lunch

After our call, I immediately called Abby through the intercom to come to my office.

“Abby, do you want flowers?” I asked when she entered my office.

She frowned at my sudden question. “Why?” She asked, with her brows creased.

“I am wondering if you like the bouquets. You can have it, besides I don’t need it, anyway.” I pointed out the bouquets.

She tilted her head and looked at me ridiculously.

“Come on. I have little time left.” I said impatiently.

“Why hurry?” She asked. But before she could say another word, I handed her the bouquets. Before she could even protest, the door of my office opened, and Harry came barging in.

Abby gasped. “G-good morning, Sir.” She stuttered.

“Morning,” Harry said in his cold baritone voice. He looked serious.