Chris's pov
When I entered the office, the manager was in the middle of giving me a hard time. I displayed the time on my cell phone. Manager, I am two minutes short, I am not late."
Dunn was so angry that his orchid fingers stood up. "You are in luck this time. Have you finished copying the rules and regulations?"
"No, I am going to go now."
I retreated to my desk, but luckily I escaped.
Everyone seemed sleepy on Monday morning, and everyone was still engrossed in the weekend hustle and bustle.
"Chris, did you order?" Avery comes in with a very delicate packing box.
I looked up. "I didn't order it."
"This is your takeout." He sets the snack on my desk.
"Thank you." In my heart, I already know who sent me something, and only that person knows I did not eat breakfast.