Catherine's eyes sparkled with a suggestion as she looked at Vanya. "Why don't we put the food in flasks and have Mrs. Jenkins deliver it to Nolan at work?" she asked, her voice full of enthusiasm.
But Vanya was already shaking her head. "No, I'll take it to him myself," she said, a determined look on her face.
Catherine raised an eyebrow. "Are you sure that's a good idea, Vanya? You could just send it with Mrs. Jenkins and save yourself the trouble."
But Vanya was adamant. "I want to take it to him myself," she repeated. "I want to make sure he gets it and...and maybe we can talk for a bit."
Catherine nodded understandingly, but her eyes still held a hint of concern. "Okay, dear. But please be careful, and don't forget to take the driver with you."
But Vanya was already shaking her head. "No, I'll be fine. I'll just take a cab."
Catherine's expression turned skeptical, but she didn't push the issue. "Okay, dear. Just be careful, okay?"
Vanya nodded and smiled, feeling a sense of determination wash over her. She was going to take the food to Nolan and maybe, just maybe, they could have a real conversation for once.
As she made her way to the kitchen to package the food, Vanya couldn't help but feel a sense of excitement. She was taking a chance and being proactive, and she was determined to make it work.
When she arrived at Nolan's office building, Vanya's heart was racing with anticipation. She took a deep breath and stepped out of the cab, her eyes scanning the busy streets as she made her way to the entrance.
As she rode the elevator to Nolan's office, Vanya's mind was racing with thoughts of what might happen. Would Nolan be happy to see her?
The elevator opened, Vanya stepped out of the elevator and into the sleek, modern office space. She looked around, taking in the bustling atmosphere and the rows of cubicles stretching out before her.
As she made her way to the reception desk, Vanya's confidence began to falter. The two secretaries, who were chatting and laughing with each other, looked up at her with a mixture of curiosity and disdain.The first secretary, a stern-looking woman with a clipboard, looked up at her with a hint of disdain.
"Can I help you?" the secretary asked, her voice cool and detached.
Vanya smiled and tried to explain. "Hi, I'm Vanya, I'm here for Mr Carter ."
But the secretary was unmoved. "I'm afraid Mr. Nolan is busy with a meeting right now. He doesn't have time to see you."
Vanya frowned, feeling a surge of frustration. "But....," she repeated. "I just want to bring him some lunch and say hello."
The secretary shrugged, her expression unyielding. "I'm sorry, Madam but without a scheduled appointment, you can't meet him "
Vanya smiled and tried to explain. "You don't understand, I'm Mrs. Carter, Nolan Carter's wife. I brought him some lunch and I was hoping to see him for a minute."
But the secretaries just exchanged a skeptical glance. "Oh, really?" one of them said, raising an eyebrow. "And what makes you think you're Mrs. Carter?"
Vanya's face fell, and she felt a surge of indignation. "I am Mrs. Carter," she repeated, trying to keep her cool. "I'm Nolan's wife."
The secretaries snickered and whispered to each other, clearly not believing her. "Sure, honey," one of them said, patting her hand condescendingly. "And I'm the Queen of England."
Vanya's face burned with embarrassment and anger. She tried to call Catherine, hoping that she might be able to intervene, but before she could even dial the number, a voice interrupted her.
"Mrs. Carter, I'm so sorry about the confusion. I'm Mr. Carter's assistant, and I'd be happy to escort you to his office."
Vanya turned to see a friendly-looking man with a warm smile standing behind her. She felt a surge of relief and gratitude towards him.
"Thank you so much," she said, smiling back at him. "I just wanted to bring Nolan some lunch and say hello."
The assistant nodded sympathetically. "I understand, Mrs. Carter. Please, follow me."
As Vanya followed the assistant into Nolan's office, she couldn't help but notice the secretaries' reactions. They were pale and shaken, their eyes wide with fear.
The assistant, who had introduced himself as Alex, noticed Vanya's gaze and followed it to the secretaries. His expression turned stern, and he walked over to them.
"What were you thinking, taunting Mrs. Carter like that?" he scolded, his voice low and disapproving. "You know better than to disrespect anyone, let alone your boss's wife."
The secretaries cowered, their eyes darting nervously between Alex and Vanya. "We're sorry, Alex," one of them stammered. "We didn't mean to cause any trouble."
Alex's expression softened slightly, but his voice remained firm. "I expect to see a marked improvement in your behavior from now on. Do I make myself clear?"
The secretaries nodded hastily, their faces still pale with fear. Vanya felt a pang of sympathy for them, but she also appreciated Alex's defense of her.
As Alex turned to lead Vanya into Nolan's office, she smiled at him in gratitude. "Thank you, Alex," she said, her voice sincere. "I appreciate your support."
Alex smiled back, his eyes crinkling at the corners. "It's my pleasure, Mrs. Carter," he said. "Please, make yourself at home. Mr. Carter will be with you shortly."
Vanya nodded, taking a seat in one of the comfortable chairs in front of Nolan's desk. She looked around the office, taking in the sleek, modern decor and the stunning view of the city skyline.