The satisfying sound of the coffee pouring through the cup made Elizabeth smile and breathe deeply. It was the second cup of Americano coffee she was making. The first cup was now in her left hand as she grabbed the second one in her right hand.
After taking care of the hot beverages, she focused on turning her back slowly and looked at the lobby on the fourth floor where Mark Regis was sitting on a grey sofa. Elizabeth smiled at him as she placed herself on another sofa just opposite where the independent director was sitting.
“Here you go. I hope you are not the type of boss that likes your coffee stirred. Not from the machine,” Elizabeth said politely as she pushed the cup in front of him.
Mark only lifted the side of his lip and nodded boyishly. “You have to understand that I am not
