Half an hour later, Natasha looked at the documents with a somewhat complex expression.
After looking them over again, she still couldn't find any issues.
More accurately speaking, she still couldn't discern any reason or problem that could make Kenneth set the projects aside.
She pursed her lips, a hint of hesitation etched across her features.
Perhaps it was due to her overly deep understanding of Kenneth himself that the more problem-free things seemed, the more it indicated that there were indeed problems.
Nonetheless, Natasha was in no hurry. Even though she made a two-month bet, she was not an overly hasty person. Therefore, she would not rashly make a move on the projects until she had gotten a satisfactory answer.
She simply stowed the project proposals away in the drawer.
Looking at the other project proposals brought over at the side of the desk, Natasha once again immersed herself in work.
That continued until noon when the phone on the desk rang. Only then did Natasha pick it up without delay.
“Hello.”
“Mrs. Hamilton, would you like me to order some food for you?” Fabian asked over the phone.
Natasha lifted her gaze, briefly scanning her eyes over the time displayed on the computer.
It was already noon, but there was still much work to be done, so she replied softly, “Sure.”
“Is there anything in particular that you want to eat?”
“I'm not picky. Anything will do,” said Natasha.
“All right, got it!” Fabian was not one for idle chatter. Once he had received the green light, he took matters into his own hands.
After hanging up the phone, Natasha continued to peruse the documents.
Just as she turned her attention back to work, the phone rang again. Natasha looked up. Upon seeing the name flashing on the screen, she frowned.
With no intention of answering the call, Natasha lowered her eyes and continued to peruse the documents.
However, the person on the other end of the phone seemed relentless, calling constantly as if he would never give up.
At that, she decisively reached out and set her phone on silent. Without even lifting her head, she continued working.
After an indeterminate time had passed, a knock sounded at the door.
“Come in!” said Natasha.
At that moment, the door was pushed open, and Fabian walked in.
With an exquisite lunch box in his hands, he headed straight for the table across the desk.
“Mrs. Hamilton, lunch is here!” Fabian announced.
“Okay.” Natasha nodded. “Just leave it there for now. I'll eat it later!”
“They'll be taking the lunch box away in a while, but they can deliver again to you tomorrow. So, it's best to eat early!” Fabian said.
Upon hearing that, Natasha finally lifted her head from the documents, first looking at him, then at the thermal lunch box on the table.
At the sight of the thermal lunch box, she rose to her feet and walked toward him, asking, “What is this?”
“This is a lunch spot Mr. Hamilton used to order from regularly. All the ingredients are freshly picked, with some even air-freighted from overseas. Their food is nutritious and healthy.”
Listening to Fabian's introduction, Natasha walked over and sat down at the dining table.
At that, Fabian removed the lid of the thermal lunch box. As he did so, Natasha caught sight of the name on top.
“What's with this?”
“They specifically customize for their clients. After this, no one else but you will use this lunch box. Moreover, it will be cleaned and disinfected by a dedicated person!”
Natasha was dumb stuck.
For the first time, she learned that there was so much involved in just a meal.
Fabian opened the lunch box. Despite its modest size, it surprisingly contained a variety of food.
Natasha was a person who was not at all picky when it came to food. To her, eating was merely an act to fill her stomach. But at that moment, as she looked at the exquisite food, she was slightly taken aback.
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