*Over A Year Later*
**Dean**
"Come on, Felicia, I can take care of this myself. I don't need your guidance, Kelsey," I stated, placing the food gently on the tray.
"I know, but I just don't want the boss to complain or feel uncomfortable," Felicia sighed, shaking her head at her stubborn niece.
"You don't have to worry. It's fine. Besides, Razor doesn't mind my presence at all. He enjoys it."
"Razor?" Both Felicia and I raised our brows at her.
"Oh, I meant the boss," Kelsey corrected, taking the tray off the counter.
I glanced at her as she exited the kitchen—her red hair, tiny waist, round face, and round butt. She was beautiful, but she was no Luna Isabella.
"What do I do with this child? She's so stubborn," Felicia raked a hand over her hair in frustration. "She seems to have a crush or something on the boss."
