By Nightengale Ben-Onyeukwu
Robert came back later carrying a blue fancy plastic bag. ‘Here,’ he said, handing Michael the bag.
‘What is this?’ Michael asked, feigning a bit surprised.
‘Afternoon tea, sir,’ Robert answered cheerfully.
‘Who eats afternoon tea by this time?’ Michael shrugged uncaringly as a lazy smile formed on his thin beautiful lips.
Robert didn’t know whether to cry or laugh. He had asked Michael if he wanted Afternoon tea and he gave him a nod to go ahead and order for it. Why was his president acting surprised and uncaring? He was used to Michael’s cold nature. It was best not to anger his president to avoid his wrath.
‘Maybe you could have it back’. Michael extended the bag back to Robert but as he was about to take it from him, Michael glared coldly at him. ‘You know how to rip me off.’
Robert looked displeased. ‘If you don’t feel like eating the afternoon tea I could wolf it down for you.’ He folded his arms.
Michael frowned at him. Then, he slowly opened the exquisite bag and saw a box of blue chocolate scones, a box of buttermilk scones, blackberry meringue pie, a box of puffs, a cup of coffee, a box of fruit salad, apple, strawberries, and a bunch of banana.
Everything looked fresh and yummy that Michael had to look at Robert with a blissful smile. ‘You know how to take care of your boss’, he said, and began to eat gracefully. ‘For being this good to me I will ask the finance department to give you a bonus this month’.
Robert smiled. He was glad to hear such from his president. But then he knew that Michael’s happiness could not have come from the afternoon tea but from something else. That could obviously be from what or who he met in the afternoon. Perhaps, something from Jimmy Carter Street. What could it be? Robert was curious to know.
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