A mature, professional employee always knows exactly how to keep the boss happy.
I instantly broke into a blinding smile, jogged over to Brent, shoved the cold soda into his arms, and slid my small hand right into his palm.
"Babe! I bought your favorite cold soda. Look, the ice hasn't even melted yet."
"Didn't I tell you to wait for me in the car after work?" Brent pinched my cheek, and I could low-key hear the sound of his back teeth grinding.
To be fair, Brent had already given me the spare key to his car. But wasn't I just trying to go above and beyond with my customer service?
"I just wanted to see you sooner," I whined, dialing the cuteness up to maximum capacity.
Out of the corner of my eye, I checked on Ian. He was already gone, making me immediately breathe a sigh of relief.
