The butler, Frederick Goldsmith, stands aside, watching the CEO with a dark face, and promptly speaks.
"Young Master, the young mistress is expected to return soon. Should we prepare a fruit platter or juice today?"
Better to give the CEO something to do, so he won't sit here sulking alone.
Indeed, after hearing this question, the CEO furrows his brows and begins thinking carefully.
"Let's prepare some fruit. Remember to put in a little more strawberry; she loves to snack on things."
"Butler Frederick, make me a cup of coffee!"
Just as Maxwell Peary finishes speaking, Evelyn Peary pushes the door open and enters.
She hasn't even gotten in yet, but her voice arrives first.
"Okay, miss!"
After changing her shoes, Evelyn Peary heads straight to the Living Room, sits right down.
"Hey, big bro, where's our little sister-in-law?"
Looking around, she doesn't see the little sister-in-law who normally jumps around. It's really strange.
"She's not back yet."
