The next morning, Choice got dressed to go to her store, went down to the living room, and caught the sight of Raymond in the dining, enjoying a steaming cup of coffee.
Beside him, Gerard, his assistant was seated on a seat, his head bent in concentration over his laptop.
Ray wore a tailored, charcoal grey suit, coupled with a crisp white shirt. His dark hair, cropped close to his head, added a touch of ruggedness to his otherwise refined appearance.
"Good morning, Gerard." She greeted.
He barely noticed her presence until she greeted him.
His head snapped up, his eyes falling on her, momentarily, then back on the laptop screen.
"Good morning, ma'am." He responded.
Oh, how Choice disliked the barrier of formality that Gerard had chosen to put up between them.
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