Ivy
“Ivy!” someone called as I turned to the door, seeing Dario, the receptionist guy waving his hand to me. “You have a delivery?” A delivery? Ah, Lucius really did it. I approached him and grabbed the white plastic bag. Thanking him in the process and sent him off. I could smell something nice inside. What did he give me?
I walked out of the studio and headed to the cafeteria, sitting at my usual position. The most corner part of the room where people could easily miss me had they didn’t pay too much attention to me. Which they would, eventually. I grabbed the box from the plastic bag. No name of the chain. I opened it, seeing a single grilled salmon on the bed of some salad. “Wow.” I smiled and grabbed the utensils inside the bag when a card flipped inside. Oh? I opened it.
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