The group chat quickly blew up with replies like [Looks like someone found his sleeping beauty!] and other garbage.
Half a minute later, the asshole deleted his stupid message and that damn screenshot. [Sorry, folks. Wrong chat], he said. The coward went offline right after.
But the idiots of the company didn't stop teasing the 'genius' hire and the CEO.
I couldn't help but send a thumbs-up and mute the damn chat. Then I opened the contract Jude had sent over. I signed it without any hesitation.
The next morning, I couldn't believe it—Meredith was actually busy in the kitchen making breakfast.
I looked at the steaming clam chowder and some veggies on the dining table. I almost reached out for some, but my hand stopped halfway to the bowl.
I remember the doctor's advice; I gotta watch what I eat, and seafood's a trigger food, so it's off-limits right now.
But I couldn't just sit there and reject Meredith's efforts after she's been busting her ass in the kitchen, right? So I picked up a spoon, figuring I'd just take a little taste.