Arianne shook her head. “The work isn’t tiring, eating is. I don’t even dare waste a piece of fried chicken that I’m too stuffed to eat. I’m so bloated. You’re horrid, docking $15 every time someone wastes food. Three more times, and I can buy a new lipstick.”
Mark smiled and stroked her hair. “You silly goose. Can’t you throw it away in secret? Can I really punish you? You’re the exception. Everyone else has to pay.”
Arianne stared at him in disbelief. “We agreed to be professional. Didn’t we agree to no nepotism? Were you joking around? You’re playing favorites…”
Sylvain returned just then and placed the drinks that he had brought in front of Arianne. “Mr. Tremont.”
Mark immediately reverted to his serious exterior, straightened up, and said, “Mm.” Then, he walked away.
Arianne’s heart was filled with glee. This guy was getting good. Working in his company really was the best decision.
That night, everyone gathered at Jackson’s house for dinner. Arianne went back to the Tremont Estate and picked Aristotle up. He and Plato could play together, as Tiffany hadn’t sent him back to Summer yet.
Jackson was busy in the kitchen while Mark chatted with him on the side. Arianne and Tiffany were binge-watching while watching the kids.
Aristotle suddenly ran to Arianne. “Mommie, mommie, give me a baby sister.”
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