Carabella deeply regretted having angered her boss during the day. If she had been more mature, she wouldn't have had to work in the same room as this annoying, perfectionist CEO. Her lips continued to pout as she looked around the spacious workspace, some of which contained stored office documents and awards Jefferson had received over the years.
However, she had no right to be angry. She hadn't expected Jefferson to be so considerate of her, giving her a desk that perfectly matched her tastes. A pastel yellow desk with colorful office supplies. She was curious, how did Jefferson know what she liked? It was impossible to find out from Flint.
"Do you like your new table?"
Her head nodded, her right hand stroking the work table, which was still smooth and free of dust. "I like it."
"Since you like it, you should study even more enthusiastically."
"So, you deliberately bought me this adorable office equipment so I wouldn't be lazy?"
