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Theodore looked up from behind the desk. “Just in time. I can’t get this bloody thing to log me in.”
With a sigh, I put the tea on the desk and set my bag down on the floor. “Scoot over, and I’ll sort it out.”
He wheeled himself away from the desk, and I bent down to take control. It took a few minutes, but I eventually fixed the post-update setup the computer was trying to run and logged him in to the company account.
“You’re a genius, Miss St. James,” he said, taking his place back.
“If you say so, sir.” I took off my coat and hung it up by the door. “Also, I agree with your sentiment about not making this our office. I, too, do not want that.”
His lips curved to one side. “She followed you to the staff room, didn’t she?”
“She was far too interested in how you take your tea. I told her she’s welcome to apply for my job once my resignation goes in if she wants to know that badly.”
“Why would you do a thing like that?”
“Don’t panic. She declined.” I took my laptop from my bag and set it on the coffee table. “But I don’t think I’m patient enough to deal with her persistence, especially not this early in the morning.”
“Mm. I tried to warn you.” He picked up his tea and sipped, then winced. “Chloe.”
“Yes, sir?”
“You forgot the sweetener.”
I dropped my head, sighed, and reached into my bag. I pulled out the small plastic sweetener dispenser I kept on hand and looked up with a, “Catch!” before I tossed it across the room at him.
His arm shot out and he caught it in one hand. “Did you just pull this out of your bag?”
“Yep.”
“Should I ask why you carry my preferred sweetener brand around in your bag?”
I logged into my laptop then peered over at him. “It’s your preferred sweetener brand, sir. That’s the exact reason I keep some with me.”
“Huh.” He stared at me for an uncomfortably long moment. “You’re full of surprises, aren’t you?”
I smiled warmly. “Like a lucky dip at a school fair, sir.”
CHAPTER TWENTY – CHLOE
The Truth Will Out
“Keys.”
I blinked at Theodore’s outstretched hand. “Pardon?”
“Give me the keys. I’ll drive us back.” He reached forwards and plucked them from my grip. “You’re exhausted.”
“You’re tired, too, and this is part of my—”
“Don’t finish that sentence.” He pressed the button on the key fob to unlock the car, then opened the passenger side door. “You’ve been running around like a blue arse fly all afternoon. Get in.”
All right.
Fine.
Iwasa bit tired.
I got in, and he closed the door behind me before joining me by getting behind the wheel. He started the car and pulled out of the parking spot, leaving me to fiddle with the radio.
