A baby?

Ronald's eyes widened at Charles's suggestion to show Milo a child. "What are you getting at, Mr. Hoffman?"

Realization dawned on Ronald. "Got it. I'll handle it. Don't worry about the Hoffman stuff-it's all been taken care of."

Charles waved nonchalantly just as Noelle breezed into the study. Noticing their chat had wrapped up, she said, "Charles, I whipped up some dessert. Would you like a bowl downstairs?"

She glanced at Ronald. "Mr. Wells, all done with your chat?"

"Yes, we're done here. I've got stuff to do, so I'll pass on the dessert," Ronald said, eyes darting around as he snatched up the papers and bolted for the door.

If he didn't make a run for it then, when else would he be able to? He did not want to wait around for the boss to give him the death stare.

time: what the boss's wife makes is off-limits to everyone but the boss. Noelle watched Ronald's hasty retreat and could not help but

a soft laugh and beckoned.

move an inch towards him. Instead, she spun on her heel and headed out. "I've made some dessert. If you want

head with a wry smile, quickly tidying up his desk and stashing the

Ronald was out

Residence, he did

whiz, right? Find me some childhood photos, edit them so they're not recognizable, and send them to my

shot to calm her

Lovel

her

of something

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