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Mylo regarded the beverages with curiosity. “Strawberry coconut milk?” he wondered. “Could this red and white concoction be a blend of the two?”

Her claim of “concoct” seemed to diminish the value of such a term for something so straightforward.

He didn’t have much enthusiasm for such unsolicited offerings.

“A free tasting?” he echoed, a tinge of disdain in his voice.

Fanny affirmed with a delicate nod, maintaining her soothing tone.

“Yes, our restaurant is currently running a beverage development event. It offers staff members a platform to exhibit their creativity and develop a drink to be marketed. The one I’ve created is called Strawberry Coconut Milk.”

and queried, “So everyone gets to design their own beverage? What’s in it for the one with the

at the uncharacteristically quiet Marcus, curiously wondering what concoction Millie might have

three-day span

room. Each of them was the epitome of male charm, with towering heights of at least

partners that every

bond with any one of them, it would signify a paradisiacal

private room, a tray of beverages balanced gracefully in her hand, two servers shared whispered words of envy

By pure chance, she might rub shoulders with the elite. If we go by seniority, she hasn’t been here half as long

blame is on us, really. She sweet-talked

she