Marco felt his heart melt at the sight of Loraine’s worried countenance. He mumbled, “It’s nothing. A


    kitten just bit me.”


    Loraine was taken aback for a moment, and when his words registered, her cheeks flushed a deeper


    shade of red.


    Standing by the door, Jolie had been patient for a while. With no response, she mustered the courage


    to call out again, “Miss Torres, are you still in there? We require your immediate attention to handle an


    urgent situation.


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    Grasping the situation, Loraine shot Marco a disapproving look, fixed his tie with more force than


    necessary, and sternly instructed, “Get yourself sorted!”


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    With that, she pivoted on her heel and moved towards the door.


    Marco’s tie felt constricting, suffocating his breath. He let out a cough, but his eyes sparkled with


    amusement. He adjusted his outfit and followed Loraine with a rxed stride.


    Upon opening the door, Loraine found Jolie poised to knock once more.


    Seeing Loraine, her eyes also fell on Marco, lingering just behind


    Loraine.


    Startled, Jolie’s apology came naturally as she bowed in response.


    “Forgive me, I wasn’t aware that Mr. Bryant was present. I didn’t mean to intrude. I’ll take my Leave


    now!”


    She had presumed Marco had departed with Davy, and Loraine remained in solitude within the office.


    Marco’s presence caught her off guard!


    Stealing a quick nce at them, she was bemused.


    Their outfits were disheveled and peculiar.


    Her usually imposing and frosty boss now had smeared makeup, reddened corners of her eyes, as


    though she had been through some ordeal.


    Jolie felt like she had stumbled upon a ndestine secret and inadvertently disrupted a romantic


    rendezvous of her boss…


    Noticing the alterations on Jolie’s countenance, Loraine’s lips quivered with a suppressed smirk,


    perplexed about the whirlwind of thoughts in her mind.


    With a firm grip, Loraine yanked Jolie back by the cor. She touched her forehead in exasperation and


    demanded, “What’s going on in your head? You said there was an urgent matter. What is it?”


    Jolie looked apprehensively at both of their faces, gulped nervously and announced gravely, “There’s a


    man outside, a peculiar looking young man, who says he has a package for you and insists on handing


    it to you personally.”


    A package? Loraine was taken aback. What was so extraordinary about this package?


    She cast a sidelong nce at Marco. Had he made another frivolous purchase?