“Gideon, go get me a coffee. You know which one.”
I shut the book that I was reading and tossed it on the table, glaring at the back of his head with seething fashion. He has never left his office at least once and even during lunch he just ordered someone to deliver food in here.
He’s usually the kind of person that you would never find locked up in one position and room for over an hour. He would either walk around the office giving surprise inspections, or just straight up go to some café and stuff his face with chocolates.
Sometimes, I’m even wondering how at this point he still doesn’t have diabetes.
“I’m not your secretary,” I whined, although I know pretty much that he’d still make me do it one way or another.
Everytime he wanted to talk to his secretary he would just let me
