CHAPTER SEVENTY-SEVEN
Ronnie arrived inside his boss's office that was in a rather gloomy mood. Clueless, Ronnie raised a brow in question as he put down the boxes of take-outs carefully down on the center table. He glanced on his side and saw Jet laying down on the sofa with his eyes closed. While Alec was on the armchair, his elbows resting on top of his knees and his head between his hands.
And his boss, just as he left him, was still buried beneath the mountain of paperwork the higher-ups had dropped on him.
"Uhhhhh," Ronnie started, glancing at each man busy on their own. "Breakfast?"
Jet's eyes snapped open at the word. He quickly jumped up on the sofa and grabbed the first box his hands had reached. He grunted a thank you towards Ronnie before he started devouring it. While Alec slowly stirred from his statue pose and gave Ronnie a smile.
