Driving back to the office, I was surprised to find Elias Montgomery already there, waiting for me.
Seeing me return, he set down the magazine he had been holding and looked at me. "How did the bidding go?"
"Fine," I replied curtly. Noticing the meal box on my desk, I raised an eyebrow. "What's this?"
"Chef Leo Evans made some soup. It's very effective for relieving morning sickness," he said, stepping forward to open the container.
He had given me a portion this morning. I'd drunk some, and indeed, I hadn't felt nauseous at all during the entire morning. So the soup really worked.
"Thank you," I said, sitting back down and raising an eyebrow at him. "You came just to deliver soup?"
"No," he admitted. "After your bidding, have you found a suitable company yet?"
I shook my head, trou
