At the parking lot, Damien, who had been waiting outside for his boss, froze at the sight of the Iron Lady approaching with Zane. As Selina drew closer, Damien opened the back seat with a slight, respectful bow.
Selina scoffed, glaring at him. Damien was no different from Zane—sometimes dismissive, cold, and distant on his boss's orders, never offering her a chance or assistance in the past whenever she tried to reach him.
She looked away, then froze, eyes widening at the sight of another six takeout boxes resting on the leather seat.
"Is he planning to turn me into a glutton?" She thought, blinking blankly.
Noticing her surprise, Zane said softly, "You can take them home if you like. Not a must you'll eat all of them now."
Selina said nothing, slipping into the car quietly while Zane got in.
"Ms Selina, longest time," Damien greeted, settling behind the wheel.
