I burst out laughing when I saw the words “pure and innocent” on my screen. Honestly, the way he pretended not to know what was going on had gotten so old it was practically rotting. But really, what else could I expect? When someone’s been rotten to the core for so long, the stink just comes with the territory.
I didn’t want to ruin my appetite, so I ignored him, unpinned our chat, and pinned Elliot’s instead. Love might sour, lovers even more so, but at least work never lets me down.
With a new project about to kick off, I’d be in close contact with the big boss for a while. Having his chat pinned just made things easier—and let’s be honest, it was also a sign of respect.
Right then, Elliot messaged me: Company perk, no rent.
Was our company always this generous?
Before I could decide how to reply, another message popped up: What are you doing? Watch your wrist.
I snapped a photo of my fresh pot of borscht, some chilled cucumber salad, and a steaming bowl of rice. Sent it with: Thanks for checking in, boss. I’ll be careful.
Boss: Looks tasty.
Me: I’m a decent cook. Next time, if you’re up for it, I’ll make something even better. Hope you’ll give it a try.
Boss: Why wait for next time?
Me: ……
A good employee should know how to take a hint, right?
Me: Today’s meal is pretty basic, but if you don’t mind, I can whip up a couple more veggie dishes. Want to come by for a quick bite?
Boss: I’ll be there in half an hour. Your wrist is hurt. I’ll send Marian to help.
Me: No need, really. I’ve got it.
He didn’t reply.


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