"Okay, I'll make you a fresh cup." Summer Ford paused for a moment, then changed the cup and brewed another.
"Mr. Laurent, this is yours." She carried another cup towards Ethan Laurent, placed it on his desk, and turned to leave, but Ethan moved a large stack of files to her front with a casual tone, "Help me check these data sheets."
The stack was tall, and it was unclear how many months they had accumulated; the dense numbers were dizzying.
Summer Ford looked at the thick stack, her fist clenched for a moment, but then she slowly relaxed.
"Alright." She seemed extremely patient today, attempting to leave with the documents, but Ethan grabbed her wrist, "Review them here."
Summer paused, glanced at him, feeling a bit annoyed by his actions.
Him dating his lover was one thing, but why drag her into it?
"Any objections?" Ethan's eyes slowly lifted, his speaking tone was calm and steady.
