Why The Long Face

Austyn raised an eyebrow when he saw Kai coming into the office alone. ‘Young Madam said she was going to the café on the twelfth floor, so she can’t join you.’ ‘She prefers the food there?’ Austyn frowned. ‘Didn’t you tell her what we’re having for lunch?’ ‘I didn’t have the time to do that,’ Kai thought. ‘Young Madam was so anxious to shoo me away that she didn’t even let me finish talking.’ The assistant kept a straight face. ‘Maybe it’s not about the food. Maybe Young Madam just wants to socialise with her colleagues.’ Austyn stood up and pushed back the leather chair. ‘In that case, the boss should socialise with the employees as well. Let’s go.’ ‘To where?’ ‘To the cafeteria.’ ‘Huh?’ ‘To have lunch.’ Kai pointed to the en-suite lounge. ‘What about the food I already bought?’ ‘See who’s still at their desk in the secretarial pool. Give it to them.’ Kai trotted to the lounge, picked up the well-packed lunch from Mason’s—soup of the day, garden salad, Angus tenderloin steak and crèm