A face as handsome as the stars, his expression still indifferent, only the curve at the corner of his mouth betraying a hint of joy.
"Where did you go yesterday? Why didn't you come to the Company?"
Victoria Gibson had just walked up, without having a chance to speak, when Freddy Nelson already asked first.
The hand he had kept behind his back moved to the front, holding a bottle of breakfast milk.
"Your favorite brand, I just saw it Downstairs and brought you a bottle," Freddy Nelson said without waiting for her response.
A casual tone, like a normal greeting between colleagues.
Placing the breakfast milk down, he gave Victoria Gibson a slight nod, then turned and walked towards the Tea Room.
Victoria Gibson looked at the breakfast milk on the Table, her pupils aching a little.
This was the milk she held in her hand when she first met Freddy Nelson.
