Blimey, My Kid's the Heir to the Billionaire Boss! by Nora Hoover

Chapter 30 Delivering food, encountered Ronan

The restaurants on the list were the crème de la crème of Newark's culinary scene, the kind where one needed to book a table a month in advance. How on earth was she supposed to get her hands on their specialties in just thirty minutes? Micah was clearly playing a prank on her, trying to make a fool out of her!

"By the way..." Andrew added, turning back with a sly smile, "If breakfast isn't delivered within half an hour, you'll be scrubbing toilets in the Cleaning Department tomorrow." Sadie itched to ball her fists and shout, "I quit!"

The words were on the tip of her tongue, but they remained stuck in her throat.

Just then, Micah glided into the elevator, spun around with an effortless grace, and a mischievous smirk tugged at the corner of his lips.

"I..." Sadie could barely squeeze out a word before the elevator doors slid shut. She squeezed her eyes shut, gritted her teeth, and cursed her own lack of backbone. "Sadie, Sadie!" David's voice cut through her frustrated thoughts. "Are you alright?"

"I'm fine," Sadie replied, her face a canvas of distress. "I shouldn't have agreed to fetch breakfast for that evil man."

"Evil man? You mean Mr. Clemens?" David's tone turned anxious. "Watch what you say; you don't want others to hear that. You're finished if they do. Don't ever call him that again."

"What do I do now?" Sadie was at her wit's end, teetering on the brink of tears. "Getting those items within half an hour is an impossibility."

kind eyes. "I've never dined at such high-end places either. We usually eat at

too?" Surprise colored Sadie's voice. "I used to eat at the employee cafeteria

while the 21st floor's cafeteria offers Italian cuisine. You all prefer the 21st floor for the view. I don't mind;

know what to do," Sadie said, rushing toward the elevator-she had only half

7th floor and asked the chef there to prepare oysters and tuna ceviche. Then, she dashed to the 21st floor for maple Dijon BLT sliders

had managed to get everything on Andrew's list, and she was sure that evil man wouldn't

pressed the button, she realized her security badge didn't grant access to the 66th floor. She recalled how Malcolm had helped her swipe his card when she was sent

should she

plenty of time, but now

for help, but remembering how he had been

and discovered her

then, with the breakfast in hand, she took

to the 66th floor-eighteen

teeth and climbed, her legs shaking and sweat dripping from her forehead. With sheer

into the hallway, her legs nearly buckled, and she nearly stumbled at

strong, steady hands caught her from behind at