  &quot;Would you like anything different for dinner tonight sir?&quot; He asked.
  Michael looked up then from the file he was studying.
  &quot;Dinner? He mumbled to himself, remembering he hadn t had a decent meal that day except for the lunch at the restaurant with his investigator. Lunch he had barely touched.
  &quot;What is on the menu tonight?&quot; He asked
  &quot;Chicken thighs with sausage sir,&quot;
  &quot;That will be fine.&quot; He said, barely finishing his sentence before returning his attention to the file he was studying.
  &quot;Yes sir.&quot; Dinner will be served at eight. He informed. 
  Michael nodded his head and the Chef took his leave as quietly as he had entered.
  Michael picked up his coffee and downed it in one gulp. He checks his watch; he still has well over an hour before dinner. Hopefully enough to be done with perusing the file and be ready for dinner

  But his grandmother had been adamant, saying until he did her bidding, she didn t have a reason to leave her home in the village. She won t even allow Michael to build her a new home, but Michael made sure he renovated the old one to comfort her.
  His grandmother just like him was stubborn but kinder
  Michael sighed, remembering he would be having the &quot;M&quot; conversation with his grandmother over again the next day. Though he wanted so much to make the old woman happy, she was after all his only relative. The one who has been there for him all his life but Michael knew he wasn t cut out for the &quot;M&quot; life.
  Although, since he met Mitchell, he had been doubting that, still even a brown eyes innocence cannot make him commit a mistake as grave as marriage or commitment. Those words, Love included, have always tasted like poison in his mouth.
  &quot;But with Mitchell, ma

  &quot;Come in,&quot;
  His assistant walked into the room, stopping in front of his desk.
  &quot;Sir,&quot; she said. 
  He briefly discussed some things with her.
  &quot;You can leave to prepare for tomorrow,&quot; He finally said to her.
  &quot;Yes sir,&quot; she said and took her leave.
  Michael turned to Daniel and apologized.
  &quot;I am sorry about that,&quot; he said.
  &quot;No problem, sir.&quot; He answered, amazed at his boss apologizing to him.
  &quot;Tell me about Mitchell.&quot; He spoke. From eight years ago. He added after a brief pause.
  Daniel smiled inwardly. Surprised his boss had remembered. Clearing his throat, he started, 
  &quot;Eight years ago, Mitch had a nasty breakup, one that left her shattered and broken.&quot; Daniel related, apprising his boss everything he thought he should know about Mitchell.
  &quot;Commitment? Marriage?&quot; Michael asked. 

&quot;Would you like anything different for dinner tonight sir?&quot; He asked.
  Michael looked up then from the file he was studying.
  &quot;Dinner? He mumbled to himself, remembering he hadn t had a decent meal that day except for the lunch at the restaurant with his investigator. Lunch he had barely touched.
  &quot;What is on the menu tonight?&quot; He asked
  &quot;Chicken thighs with sausage sir,&quot;
  &quot;That will be fine.&quot; He said, barely finishing his sentence before returning his attention to the file he was studying.
  &quot;Yes sir.&quot; Dinner will be served at eight. He informed. 
  Michael nodded his head and the Chef took his leave as quietly as he had entered.
  Michael picked up his coffee and downed it in one gulp. He checks his watch; he still has well over an hour before dinner. Hopefully enough to be done with perusing the file and be ready for dinner.
  He picked up the file again, it was the file his investigator had given him to study for 

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