The thirteenth floor's security system was still no obstacle for Casper.
Brian, his assistant, stood awkwardly at the door, flashing a sheepish grin. "Mr. Casper, Ms. Eliza's in a meeting right now. How about you leave the stuff with me, and I'll make sure she knows it came straight from you?"
Brian held out his hand, and Casper, not wanting to cause a scene, opted for a graceful compromise. "Just remind her to eat properly, okay?"
"Don't worry, Mr. Casper, I'll definitely pass on the message."
Casper nodded, slid his hands into his pockets, and headed off the thirteenth floor.
Brian quickly shut the door and rushed to Eliza's office with the delivery.
"Ms. Eliza, Mr. Casper sent over breakfast. Maybe you should grab a bite while it's still warm?" Brian placed the insulated container in front of her and poured her a glass of warm water. "He made it himself, just the way you like it. Bet it's both healthy and tasty."
Eliza was engrossed in the data on her computer screen, ignoring the breakfast made with care.
"Brian, when are our flights to Paris booked for?"
"The day after tomorrow, we're leaving in the morning." Brian nudged the container closer to her. "Ms. Eliza, why not eat a little first? It's all thanks to Mr. Casper."
Finally, Eliza glanced at the container. Sandwiches and heart-shaped sushi rolls—he knew her favorites.
"Have some too," she offered a heart-shaped sushi roll to Brian. "I can't finish all this by myself."
"This was made by Mr. Casper himself, just for you. I couldn't possibly join in. Take your time, we've got an hour before the meeting." Brian nudged the water glass her way. "And don't forget to hydrate. I'll be off handling some other stuff."
Eliza nodded, feeling the warmth of the breakfast lift her spirits.
Her phone pinged with a message from Casper: How's it? Does it suit Ms. Eliza's taste?
Eliza replied: It's alright, not much improvement.
Casper responded: Seems like Ms. Eliza isn't completely happy. No worries, I'll keep improving.
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