Samuel leaned back in his chair, glancing at the clock. After his meeting, he knew exactly what he wanted to do next. He called out to Timmy, his trusted assistant, who hurried into the office, looking curious.
"I need you to do something for me," he said, a small smile playing on his lips.
Timmy was used to his boss's sudden requests, but this felt different. "Sure, boss. What do you need?"
Samuel hesitated, then continued. "I want you to buy a bouquet. Not just any bouquet. Pastel roses, with white lilies and a touch of eucalyptus. Make it look elegant, but not too flashy. And add a light blue satin ribbon."
Timmy scribbled down the details, trying to hide a smile. "Got it. Anything else?"
"Yes," Samuel said, leaning forward. "I'm cooking lunch. Get the freshest ingredients—salmon, baby potatoes, asparagus, and a lemon. I'm making a grilled salmon lunchbox, with roasted veggies and a light sauce."
Timmy's eyes widened. "You're cooking, sir?"
