Tiffany was feeling a bit frustrated at the new project their company was working on. She was obligated to visit every available land that may have the potential to build their new main building. On top of that, she needed to constantly visit Lincoln until his injury fully healed.
"I'm not your maid," she stated to the man when he bosses her around, using his injured leg as an excuse. She scoffed just in time when Lincoln hissed at her.
The two of them were currently in the garden of Sandoval's mansion. She was joining Lincoln to have some afternoon tea but the lad seems to be up for something else. Since the moment she came, he has been acting like a spoiled child toward her.
"Alright, just feed me instead," Lincoln said and casually pointed at the croissant sitting still on top of the marble table.
Tiffany's eyes then immediately squinted while looking at him. The thing he said was not even a request. It was straight up a command.
