Mark could feel his head throbbing as he crossed to his desk and opened his lunchbox. “Look, it wasn’t satisfying, okay? She got me something I didn’t really like. But this one, the one you brought me? Mm, just what I like. You’ve had your breakfast, right?” he said. “Anyway, you should go back to work. I need to head out after this breakfast.”
Arianne sighed. “If she weren’t your aunt, I would have thought I’m battling a new love rival or something,” she remarked. “She knows you like the back of her hand. Heck, she’s even more attentive to your every microscopic need that I am.”
Mark grimaced. “That’s just ridiculous, no?"
Arianne let out the mother of all snorts before turning on her heels and starting toward the door.
Mark waited. When he was sure she had gone far outside his office, he called out to Davy instantly. “You told her, didn’t you? Damn it, are you dimwitted or what?” he grumbled. “I can’t believe that even after all this time of being my personal assistant, you still haven’t internalized the age-old adage of ‘loose lips sink ships?’ Do you even have any inkling of the line between what could be said and what couldn’t?”
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