A senior executive rushed into the office, “Uh... Mr. Tremont, Nick’s told me about your misunderstanding. You can’t blame an ignorant man. Now that he’s aware, he’ll keep in line. Nick is a very capable member of the team. Have a look, Mr. Tremont...”
Mark sat at his office desk and calmly looked through the company report. His previous cold exterior had completely disappeared. “I never said that I wanted to dismiss him. It's just as you said, I can’t blame an ignorant man. From now on, I’d like everyone in the company to understand that Arianne is my wife. You may like her desserts, but not her. Or else...”
The senior executive nodded and bowed, “Yes sir, yes sir! Everyone knows now. But... Why has Mrs. Tremont opened a dessert shop in a place like this?”
His question received a glare from Mark, “Is that any of your concern? Get a box of desserts for me and a cup of americano.”
The senior executive wiped the sweat off his forehead, “From Mrs. Tremont’s shop?”
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