"Senior, you go ahead and sit down to order; I need to make a call," Ann Morris said to the man beside her, who wore black-rimmed glasses and had a calm and handsome demeanor.
"Sure," the man replied, gazing at Ann Morris with undisguised tenderness.
Ann Morris first contacted her assistant to inquire about the situation.
"The food got spilled? Sorry, Director, I'm not aware of this situation. I left after bringing lunch to Mr. Shipton. Do you need me to deliver another meal to him?" the assistant said.
"It's not related to you, no need to deliver another one."
Unable to get specific details from the assistant, Ann Morris looked at her phone, thought for a moment, then dialed Henry Shipton's number.
It was almost immediately answered.
"Miss Morris, what's up?" There was chatter from Henry Shipton's side, but she couldn't make out the conversation, only finding it very lively.
