Chapter 52

Roxanne blurted out almost instantly. "I can make dinner for you tonight, as long as you give me more opportunities to gain experience." Jenson raised an eyebrow. "Haven't I been generous enough? You're just an intern, and yet I've already let you handle cases on your own. Isn't that experience?" Roxanne couldn't deny that and was genuinely grateful. "Yes, it is. But if you think my cooking is decent, I'd be happy to make it and bring it over to you." Jenson didn't hold back. "I want tacos." With that, he turned and left. Roxanne stood frozen. Not only was he unreserved, but he even dared to make specific requests? "What about the lunchbox?" she called after him. "It's in my office. Grab it yourself," he replied without turning back, casually gesturing with his hand before pushing the door open and walking out. Roxanne sighed, packed her things, and went to Jenson's office to retrieve the lunchbox. It was sitting right there on his desk. She grabbed it, closed the door behin