Leo’s heart sank.
‘'Not now, Marilyn. Not now,'’ he muttered as he tossed his phone away on his bed. Little did he know that Marilyn was hurrying to answer his call, but someone else had shut his call down.
‘’I brought you all the way here to have lunch with me and have a decent conversation so that we can mend our relationship as colleagues. The first supposed decent conversation we would ever have yet you want to answer a call from... hearts?’’ Gerald asked, not knowing how to address the caller that Marilyn had stored with so many heart emojis.
Marilyn glared at him in disbelief.
‘The food is expensive. Please eat so that it doesn’t get cold. I’m sorry I hung up your call, but please eat your food,’’ Gerald said, and continued eating as if the air between him and Marilyn was not
