By noon, my phone buzzed.
Delivery for Miss Valerio.
I frowned at the message from the reception and went down, expecting maybe a sandwich in a paper bag. Instead, a man in a black vest was holding a large, elegant bag from a high-end Italian restaurant around the area.
“Mmm, your admirer must be so sweet…”
I remembered her. She’s the cheerful receptionist who gave me details on my first day as executive assistant!
“Thanks, Ava…” I smiled at her.
She smiled as well. I went to the elevator and tried to think what’s really inside the bag. I admit, I’m quite excited but whatever it is, I will still eat it.
Nate isn’t around when I went back to the executive floor so I went directly inside to the office of Mr. Emerson and go straight to my table.
My mouth widened and gulped when
