It's very common for a secretary to order meals for their boss.
She didn't realize at all that she was being targeted.
"I never eat takeout." Chad Yakov heard her and added slowly.
"..." Victoria Gibson paused in her steps, confused, and looked back at him.
If he doesn't eat takeout, then what does he want to eat?
"I have a kitchen in my lounge, and I want to eat the food you cook." Chad Yakov's thin lips parted, enunciating each word clearly.
As soon as he finished speaking, the first reaction was to look at Jeremy Rivers.
Waiting to see Jeremy Rivers lose his composure.
Jeremy Rivers met his teasing eyes, his brow furrowing slightly, with a hint of doubt in his eyes.
As if asking: Why are you looking at me? I'm not the one who's supposed to cook for you.
His reaction, in Chad Yakov's eyes, was interpreted as something else.
Pretend, keep pretending!
He didn't believe Jeremy Rivers could keep up the act for much longer...
