Isaac was already done with his meal at this point, and he checked the time before telling Patricia, âIâm
going to take a nap. Remember to wake me up at one-thirty.â
With that, he left, leaving her in the most comfortable spot to enjoy her meal alone.
Patricia kept sensing watchful gazes from all around her. Yet they would all be gone when she
checked, looking like no one was paying any attention to her.
Thus, she brought her attention back to her plate. She had to say, the food in Arnold Corporation was
amazing, and she thought every dish was delectable, on par with five-star restaurants. Just then,
someone sat down across from her, and she looked up to find Liam smiling at her. âIs the food to your
taste, Miss Aniston?â
Patricia hurriedly chewed, swallowed, and took a sip of her juice before answering, âYouâre also only
eating now, Mr. Dorchester?â
It seemed that only the two of them came lateâwell, Isaac too, but hey, he was the president of the
company, so he didnât need to stand in line.
Liam nodded in affirmation. âIâm nearly always the last. Iâm used to it, though.â
At that, she said nothing more and continued eating. Liam had a good feeling that Patricia was quite
happy with the food here, seeing that she stuffed her mouth like a chipmunk, enjoying her meal.
At that, a hint of a smile flashed across his eyes. Never had anyone in this company ever thought
something like âPresident Arnold setting up an additional desk in his officeâ would ever happen while
they were alive. So the entire company was now saying Patricia could potentially be the future Mrs.
Arnold. And, boy, the women here sure wanted to eat her heart out.
Liam thought they were right about the âfuture Mrs. Arnoldâ part as well, especially when he knew his
boss truly treated Patricia differently. Therefore, he naturally would want to be on Patriciaâs good side.
âMiss Aniston, thereâs ice cream over there. You can give it a try; itâs Häagen-Dazs.â
Patricia glanced toward it in response. She indeed would like something cool and refreshing when she
was starting to find the food a little greasy. Hence, she got up and went to the dessert section.
A few female colleagues were lining up to grab the ice cream, but they all moved aside upon seeing
her. âAfter you, Miss Aniston!â
Patricia was rendered stumped for a second, for she had never received such treatment. âThank you!â
she said politely.
With that, she opened the freezer door, took one out, and walked back to her seat under the eyes of
the crowd.
After sitting down, Patricia commented while eating the ice cream, âMr. Dorchester, I noticed everyone
hereâs super nice, and they really look after me.â
Every single one of them was courteous to her and would even let her take the ice cream first. What
lovely colleagues!
Liam hurriedly took a sip of his soup, having nearly spat out the food in his mouth. âYeah, everyone
here in Arnold Corporation is nice.â
Could they not when all of them already think of you as the future Mrs. Arnold?! he mused.
Patricia felt content after finishing her ice cream. Not only was her lunch free, but it was also plentiful.
Oh, how happy she would be to work in Arnold Corporation until her retirement.
After lunch, Patricia returned to the presidentâs office in a good mood and took a nap on the couch.
The presidentâs couch sure was differentâsoft and comfy. It felt really snug.
She set the alarm for one-thirty so that she could wake Isaac up on time.
The alarm did its work, waking Patricia up on time. While turning it off, she thought she had had a
wonderful nap.
After a stretch, she made her way to Isaacâs private lounge and found the man sleeping with his hands
resting on his chest above the covers, eyes closed, breathing evenly. He even looked good when he
was asleep.
âPresident Arnold, time to wake up.â She shook him lightly, sitting on the edge of the bed.
Upon hearing her voice, Isaac opened his eyes dully, only to find her face inches away from him. Her
luscious, rosy lips were right in front of him, and even slightly pouting at that.
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