As Leora and I finished sorting through the last of the reports, I glanced at the clock. It was finally lunchtime, and my stomach growled in agreement. Right on time, Ciara appeared at the door with a grin, balancing a large tray loaded with delicious-smelling food.
"Ladies," she announced, sweeping into the room with her usual confidence. "Lunch is served!"
I couldn't help but smile as she approached, her eyes locking onto mine with a familiar mischievous glint.
The sight of her made everything better, even after a busy morning of paperwork. But, as my gaze shifted to the tray, I noticed something was… off. It was packed with all my favorite things: sandwiches, pasta, fresh fruit, and pastries but the portions were suspiciously small for three people.
