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Yvonne didn't sense anything wrong so she answered truthfully, "Yeah, I used to make coffee every day."
"For who?"
This time, Zachary finally asked the question he truly wanted to ask.
Yvonne was startled, and only then did she realize something amiss. She responded, "For a friend."
Zachary fell silent.
He placed his coffee cup on the table; it made a crisp sound upon contacting the table.
Yvonne noticed the change in his expression and thought that he had probably misunderstood her words.
She didn't want to explain as sometimes, less is more.
They hadn't established trust with one another.
If anything, the trust they had for one another was too weak.
The more she explained, the more likely he would think she was trying to conceal something. Therefore, she merely smiled without saying anything.
"Leave," Zachary finally spoke.
Yvonne could only nod, "Yes, President."
She turned around and left without having any intentions to explain anything.