"Take good care of Mr. Fuentes?"
Mildred stepped forward in a fury, looking as though she might actually slap me.
Kenneth's expression turned cold enough to freeze her in place. Then he tilted his head toward me.
"Get in the car."
I did as he said and slid into the front passenger seat. I had no idea what the two of them said outside, but whatever it was left Mildred stamping her foot in anger.
A short while later, the driver dropped us off at the airport.
'One perk of traveling with your boss? Even a one-hour flight comes with business class.'
"Mr. Fuentes, would you like some coffee?"
Kenneth gave a small nod, so I went to buy two cups.
After one sip, he looked at me in surprise. "Why did you get this one?"
I didn't even glance his way. "Isn't this the one you like?"
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