I thought I had misheard him.
But seeing Cindy's hesitant expression, I knew Bruce's invitation was genuine. Or was he just being polite to me?
I didn't want to appear obnoxious, so I politely declined, "Thank you, Mr. Harold, but I still have work to attend to. Next time, the treat's on me."
Bruce persisted, "Even if you're busy, you still need to eat, right?" His tone intensified, as if I didn't know any better.
Cindy stood with her eyes looking down. She whispered, "Bruce, maybe Nancy really has something important to attend to." Clearly, Cindy had her own thoughts on this matter.
I remained still to wait and see how Bruce would handle the situation.
After a while, he patiently said, "Cindy has been with your company for over a month now, and she must have caused Ms. Fisher some trouble. I should properly thank Ms.Fisher."
I caught Bruce's underlying meaning immediately. He was repaying a favor for Cindy.
Cindy seemed to sense this too, and her pale face finally cracked a smile. "Thank you for your thoughtfulness, Bruce. Nancy, why don't you just accept it?"
Although I felt a bit uncomfortable, I still had to show respect. So, I agreed to join them at the restaurant.
The restaurant exuded elegance, with a pianist playing in the corner. The gentle melodies eased some of the tension in my mind.
Yet, one question lingered. Why had Bruce insisted on including me as a third wheel in what could have been a romantic evening between him and Cindy?
I soon had an answer. When Kate came over aggressively, she noticed me and flashed a surprise look through her angry expression. "Nancy, what are you doing here?"
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