"This all started after I sent her flowers," Silas muttered darkly, leaning back in his chair. "She practically declared war after that. I'm not making the same mistake twice."
Nial winced. "Okay. No gifts at the office. Got it."
He stood there, thinking, racking his brain for something—anything—that could help his boss win back the attention of the woman who had now become the emotional sun around which Silas's world revolved.
"What if you… cook for her?" Nial suggested, his voice gaining confidence. "Go home early. Make something she likes. Win her heart through her stomach."
There was a pause. Then, slowly, Silas's lips curled into a smile.
"Nial…" he said, eyes lighting up with rare approval. "You finally said something useful."
Nial puffed his chest in pride.
"You can take an extra bonus this month."