After a considerable time, the nearly defeated pastry dish succumbed to Miss Chris, the afternoon snack conqueror. Satisfied, she let out a little burp, hugging her cup of plum juice and delightfully sipping away, appearing as though she hadn't a care in the world.
Martin Sloane casually set aside the report in front of him, looked at her and started, "Now that you've eaten and drank to your heart's content, shall we talk..."
"No idea, didn't understand, don't ask me."
Chris flicked her hair, continued sipping from the juice in her hand.
Martin coughed lightly, "Regardless, I am, after all, in charge of this branch, so..."
"Lalalalala~~~"
The lady stretched out her index finger, pulled her eyelid down making a funny face, then stood up, made a 180-degree turn, sat back down with her back towards her boss, hugging the chair's back and continued sipping her juice.
