BookToReadChapter 65 Vincent looked up from his computer. "You read the whole thing?" "Yes, sir," Alex answered.
"Alright, then." Vincent checked the time. "You can get off work since you're done." Alex was flabbergasted. "But... you haven't toldwhat's wrong with it." "Oh." Vincent took the document back from him. "Nothing's wrong with it. I just wanted you to read it a few more times. What if there was a mistake somewhere?" Alex was rendered speechless. Vincent ignored him and called out to Tiffany, who was packing her things. "Hold up." She stopped. "I've finished all my work, Mr. Lewis. Or did you needto stay back for a while?" She was fine with working overtime, but Teresa was still in the hospital. She wanted to spend stwith her. "No, that's not it." Vincent turned off his computer as he spoke. When he saw Alex still standing there, he asked, "Aren't you leaving?" "Oh... Yeah, I'm going to go. See you tomorrow, Mr. Lewis. You, too, Tiffany." "See you, Mr. Zander." Once Alex was gone, Tiffany and Vincent were left alone in the office. Vincent went to the pantry to collect the thermos flask Kelly had brought. He handed it to Tiffany and said, "This is for you." She shook her head. "I don't like chicken soup, Mr. Lewis." "It's not for you to drink." "Huh?" "I want you to pour this away forand wash the flask before returning it totomorrow," Vincent said seriously. He seemed to be making a big deal out of this. Tiffany said, "I can just wash it in the pantry for you." "No. I hate the smell of chicken soup. I won't let you wash this in the company, let alone in my pantry!" Tiffany was stunned. Did he hate chicken soup that much? She had no choice but to take the flask from him. "Alright, then." Vincent asked, "Are you going back to the dorm? I'm headed in that direction. Should I give you a ride?" She shook her head. "I'm heading to the hospital." "The hospital?" She pursed her lips, not wanting to say more on the subject.
He was her boss, after all, and a man. Besides, they'd slept together that one time-not that he was aware of it.
It was a thorn in Tiffany's side, She didn't want him to about it involved in any other wa , nor did she want the t to be Vincent was intelligent enough to see right through her. "Well, alright. Have you applied the ointment on your shoulder?" "Yes. I did it in the restroom." "Good." Vincent was afraid of scaring her off, so he grabbed his briefcase and asked, "Should we get going?" Tiffany fell behind him. "You can head off first, Mr. Lewis." He turned to look at her. "But why?" She shook her head. "It's nothing."
She just didn't want to give others the chance to gossip about her. It was fine if they wanted to badmouth her, but she didn't want to cause unnecessary trouble for Vincent. en
Her concise words were enough for Vincent to sense that she was
deliberately putting distance between them. He couldn't help feeling a little disappointed. "Alright, then Stay safe, and I'll see tomorrow." "See you tomorrow." You
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