"I-It’s working hours, you..."
"I’m just giving you a hug. What are all these wild thoughts running through that little head of yours all day?"
Sumr Lancaster was mortified. ’Is he mocking ? How humiliating! He was just staring at with those eyes full of desire, and now when I try to stop him, he says he just wants a hug?’
’Ugh... I’m going to lose my mind. If I fall into his trap again, I’ll... I’ll change my last na!’
Kenneth Yates let go of Sumr and walked toward the dining table. He couldn’t care less that it was still working hours. He was the president; didn’t he call all the shots here? Besides, Sumr had been really busy today. She must be exhausted.
"Co eat with ."
Sumr got up and walked over to him, watching as he opened the lunchboxes. "Wow! Does the president eat this well every day? This is a feast!" As she spoke, she was practically drooling.
"Hurry and sit down. You’re about to drool all over the place," Kenneth said, smiling at Sumr. ’She must be starving.’
Sumr accepted the invitation, sat down, and began to dig in without a care for her image.
"Who prepared this lunch for you? It wasn’t one of the secretaries, was it?" Even with a mouthful of food, Sumr couldn’t stop talking, still curious about the al’s origin.
"Fletcher."
"Wow, Fletcher is such a nice guy. You should be nicer to him from now on."
Kenneth Yates put down his chopsticks and looked at her. He rembered Zane Fletcher once ntioning that Sumr had told him she thought he and Kenneth were the perfect fantasy for a fujoshi. He hadn’t paid it any mind back then, but now, what Sumr just said made it all click.
"What are you looking at for?" Sumr suddenly felt a little self-conscious, seeing Kenneth staring at her while she ate.
"So, how do you think I should be ’nicer’ to him?" Kenneth asked, feigning deep thought as he pressed a hand to his forehead.
"PFFT..." Sumr couldn’t hold back and sprayed a mouthful of food. Her eyes went wide as she angrily slamd her chopsticks down. "By giving him a raise, of course! A raise!" ’Could Zane Fletcher have told Kenneth what I said back then?’ The thought made her skin crawl.
anwhile, in the staff cafeteria, Zane Fletcher let out a huge sneeze. "Ah, who’s talking trash about ?" Little did he know, he was already being ssed with by the president and his wife...
"Oh... so you ant a raise," Kenneth said, letting out a long, aningful sigh.
"What else would it be?"
"What do you think?" Kenneth raised an eyebrow at Sumr.
Sumr avoided his gaze. "How should I know?" She quickly stuffed a bite of food into her mouth. She felt guilty...
"I think you’re the expert on the subject. I’m not interested in n, understand?"
"Mmm..." Sumr didn’t dare look at him. ’So he really knows. He knows now. Kenneth Yates is a huge pervert, and a straight-as-an-arrow guy.’
"Don’t go spreading rumors about ."
"I know, I know. But you and Fletcher just look so good together," Sumr mumbled under her breath.
"What did you say?"
"Ah! Nothing! I’m full, I’m going back to work." Sumr fled the office like the wind.
The secretary outside glanced at her watch. Sumr Lancaster had been inside for a total of one hour, twenty minutes, and thirteen seconds. It seed the rumors were true.
Back in her office, Sumr flopped onto her desk, grabbing her hair with both hands. "Ah! I’m seriously going crazy today! Argh!"
"Argh! I forgot to ask what’s supposed to go on the main display stand! Ugh! This is all Kenneth’s fault, spouting all that nonsense and making forget about actual work."
Frustrated, she picked up her internal phone and dialed the President’s secretarial office. As soon as the secretary heard who it was, she transferred the call directly to the president’s office. "What’s wrong? Miss already?"
"Stop flattering yourself. I’m calling to ask what we’re putting on the main display stand at the jewelry exhibition."
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