It was already noon, and Serena was buried in work, her eyes glued to her laptop screen as she reviewed the latest project proposals.
Her office door suddenly swung open, and the familiar clinking sound of utensils against a food tray made her look up.
Emma walked in, carrying a neatly packed lunch.
“Here you go, boss,” Emma said cheerfully, placing the tray on Serena’s desk.
Serena sighed and leaned back in her chair.
“You really don’t have to bring my lunch every day, you know.”
Emma smirked, crossing her arms. “I do when I know you’d rather starve than step out of this office.”
Serena chuckled, shaking her head. “Alright, alright. I appreciate it. What’s on the menu today?”
Emma lifted the lid of the container, revealing an exquisitely prepared meal—grilled salmon, steamed vege
