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18

The next day, I brought honey pork and grilled fish.

The office door was open, and Gregory was sprawled on the desk dejectedly. He looked like a submissive wife that had gotten bullied.

I knocked on the door.

"Get out!" he roared.

I couldn't help but get angry while holding the lunch box. When I turned around and left, Gregory, who had caught up with me, grabbed me and refused to let go. With reddened eyes, he pulled my sleeves stubbornly.

"I told Patrick to get out of here. I didn't tell you to get out."

I rolled my eyes. "But Patrick is not here."

Gregory stammered, "I-I was practicing."

I ignored him. Brushing past him, I put the lunch box on the desk and opened it. "Here. Eat it."

Gregory was very happy, and his stammering tone revealed his excitement. His eyes were glimmering while looking at the food.

"Wow! Melanie, did you make this?"

Awkwardly, I deliberately didn't look at him or answer him.