Sucking in a deep breath to calm herself down, Avery turned and walked back to her.
"I'm listening," she said through gritted teeth.
"As you should," Mia smiled. Pretending not to notice the reluctance Avery was showing as regards helping her, she instructed, "There's a bouquet of flower and a gift box on the desk in my office. Drop it off at Young Master Arthur's friend office."
"Arthur's friend?" Avery echoed, her brows raised in questioning arches. Not only was she confused as to why she was being asked to drop off a gift for one of brother's multiple friends, most of whom she had never met, but she was more confused as to the reason Mia wanted to gift the friend. There was only one explanation there could be for that. "Is this an official business?"
"It's personal," came the nonchalant response.
