"Well, you shouldn't have," she snapped. "My internship may be a joke to you, but I care about it. I can't just leave the office whenever you ask."
Sean gave her a long, calm look.
"Well?" she asked, feeling the heat of anger rise in her blood.
"Now that you're here, why don't we take an early lunch," he suggested.
"Are you serious?" she hissed.
"I am," he said. "And you ate so little at breakfast—you must be hungry."
She took a deep breath and said, "Fine, but after lunch, I want to go back to work."
"What do you want to eat?" he asked, looping an arm around her waist.
"Let's just go to the restaurant in the building," she answered. "It'll be faster."
"Alright," he nodded, leading her out of his office.
Outside the elevator, Drew waited for them, "Mr. Sean," he said. "The car is waiting to take you to lunch with the CEO of—"
