A few minutes later, Joey knocked on the door of the CEO's office. Her domineering look was gone, replaced by a gentle and professional smile.
"Mr. Adamson, what can I do for you?" Joey asked respectfully.
Frederic looked at her empty hands and frowned, "Where is my breakfast?"
In the past, he didn't have time to have breakfast at home, so Joey would always prepare him a meal and keep it warm in a thermal container to bring to his office.
Joey smiled and asked, 'Mr. Adamson, would you prefer French or Japanese cuisine? I can order for you right now."
"You didn't make breakfast for me?" Frederic asked.
Joey smiled awkwardly. "Mr. Adamson, this service isn't included in the contract I signed."
Frederic stared at Joey without blinking.
He struggled to find the girl she used to be, the
