Oliver was satisfied as she brought out a lunch box from underneath his desk and placed it in front of her.
"What is it?" she eyed suspiciously.
"Open it."
"Is it a bomb? Are you trying to kill me?" she gasped and Oliver rolled his eyes. "It would also kill me too, Hastings. Besides I have many other ways to make you explode."
The meaning was clear and she glared at him before opening the lunch box. Removing the lid of the square plate, her eyes widened. It was breakfast. Toasted bread that wasn't burnt, her boba tea and fruits.
Somehow, for some inexplicable reason, he eyes watered. No one had ever taken care of her like this before. It was always the other way around. Oliver did this for her before but then he just stopped these few weeks.
She was going to die and was all alone in the condo with no one but her thoughts. If Oliver had kept the cameras, snuck in to arrange her room and stocked her fridge she wouldn't have been alone.
