Emerson had already had breakfast. Plus, he was still full from having both dinner and Avaleigh's salad last night, so he couldn't fit anything else in his stomach, but he still found himself wandering into the loading dock to make sure Avaleigh ate.
As he scanned his eyes across the loading dock, he spotted the girls of Macaron seated around a fold-out table, each with a box in their hands, chatting and eating happily.
Sue approached Emerson and smiled at him, "Thank you for arranging breakfast. The girls and the crew really needed it. As their manager, I do feel bad for them sometimes, but I have no choice but to follow the rules. I noticed that you specifically arranged different meals for the girls compared to the rest of the crew. You are very thoughtful. Even the late Mr. Qian never did anything like this."
