When Lane finally made his way to the office, Damien was already sitting by the desk, working on his laptop, with a cup of black coffee right next to him. There was also one more cup, with much whiter coffee, standing on the other side - most likely waiting for Lane.
"Please, sit down, have a drink." Damien nodded at Lane, closing his laptop.
"Oh, is that for me?" Lane took a sip. His eyes instantly widened.
It was sweet. Very sweet. Perhaps not as sweet as Lane would like, but still very good.
Out loud though, he said, "Thank you, Team Leader. Although it's a bit too sweet for my taste… And with too much milk."
"Is that so?" Damien lifted his brows. It didn't seem to believe in even a single word. "You don't have to drink it if you don't want it."
"No, Team Leader had already made it for me, I can't possibly let it go to waste…" Lane cleared his throat. "Anyway, what did you want to talk to me about, Sir?"
