Julie wanted to smash the plate and leave.
She thought: Who the hell do you think you are? I’m not your servant.
But she also thought that it would be hard for her to live in this house, if he was always wearing a gloomy expression, so she changed her mind about smashing the plate.
With a fake smile, she stretched out her hands to push aside the contract. But he was faster than her, and put it in his briefcase with a sudden snap.
Bah, who cares about his secret?
With the plate in her hand, she sat down on his desk. “Working after dinner is also bad for the stomach. How about I tell you a joke, to relax you?”
He leaned back in his chair, and looked at her with the beginnings of amusement.
Since he didn’t say no, Julie tentatively asked: “I can go ahead?!”
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