When Dominic returned back to the executive floor in Thorn International, he began happily distributing dried fruits and snacks to the secretaries, singing Evelyn's praises. "Eat up! The Lady boss bought these specifically for me!"
The office door swung open. Michael stood there, his brow furrowing as he took in the scene of his special assistant handing out treats like a schoolboy. His eyes landed on the bag in his hand, and then he noticed something heavy and rectangular tucked at the bottom.
The atmosphere in the secretary pool had frozen as Michael's cold, overbearing presence filled the place. Dominic, who had been basking in the glory of his new "snack collection," nearly dropped the gift bag when he felt the familiar, arctic chill of his Boss behind him.
