Mark didn’t answer. Instead, he walked ahead, sat down, opened his lunch box, and began eating.
In less than two minutes, the sound of a delivery man suddenly rang out from outside the office.
“Sir, I have your take out. Are you Mr. Tremont? I need some verification...”
Mark became upset. He had asked Davy to order takeout for him but had completely forgotten about it...
Arianne took a long breath. “I wouldn’t have brought this over if I had known you had ordered takeout.”
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