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Delsa Mingo POV
He walks me over to the table laid with pancakes, waffles, scrambled eggs, sliced strawberries, juice and croissants. I take my seat to the right of the head chair and he takes his at the head of the table sitting at regal as he is, shoulders square, back straight, elbow off the table as he serves himself.
"You do not look like the type to just sit in an office. Tell me what do you do?"
He lifts his fork with a piece of pancake, putting it into his mouth. "What type sits in an office?" he asks after chewing the piece of food in his mouth.
"There isn't a type but you are different like you crave the thrill of things."
"Good observation. As you know I work for my father but I have my own side business amongst other things," he says after a few minutes of
