Chapter 8. The Secret Behind a Delicious Sandwich

A man Nathan knew walked in; he looked surprised to see Nathan coughing; he looked at the table; there were some appetizing-looking sandwiches. Nathan quickly grabbed a glass and sipped water to neutralize his gagging.

"Asshole! Why didn't you knock first?" he scolded.

The newly arrived man scratched his hair and grinned, "He he, sorry boss, I forgot," Michael replied innocently. Without prompting, he sat down next to Nathan.

"Well, that looks delicious, Tan. Didn't you offer it to me?" Michael whined as he stared at the sandwiches on the table.

"You haven't had breakfast yet, Mike?" asked Nathan as he continued eating; Michael shook his head.

"Well, just take a piece, no more," Nathan said.

"Ha ha ha, since when has this boss been so stingy with breakfast, he usually gives me food to finish." Michael laughed and grumbled, but his hand was actively reaching for a piece of sandwich.

"Tsk, noisy, this is different, it's special." Both men were busy munching on the food on the table until it was gone.

"Tan, it's really yummy. Where do you order it? I want to order it tomorrow too." Michael said seriously.

"It's delicious, isn't it?" asked Nathan with a smile.

"It's delicious," Michael replied, "where do you buy it? I want to order some." Nathan didn't answer; he just smiled.

"Come on, Tan. I'll buy it myself; I'm not asking for a treat; just give me the number, and I'll order it."

"Tsk, what the hell, Mike? It's just a sandwich; you can order it anywhere." Nathan reasoned that he couldn't tell Nina it was Nina's; it wasn't time for his best friend to know.

"This is different, Tan. It's like something a famous chef would make." Michael said thoughtfully, "You know, I'm a foodie, so I can know what's made by an ordinary person, and what's made by a chef."

Nathan laughed at his friend's analysis, and Michael was stunned when Nathan explained that it was handmade by an ordinary person, not a chef. But Nathan insisted on not telling him, making Michael even more curious.

"Don't worry, I'll order some more tomorrow, just come here," said Nathan.

"Seriously, Tan?" asked Michael brightly. Nathan nodded, "um, but there are conditions," added Nathan. Michael looked at his friend questioningly. "Knock before you come in, you nearly choked me to death."

Michael couldn't contain his laughter; he laughed at his friend's strange behavior, "Okay, boss. Sorry."

The two friends and cousins had a serious conversation, especially if it wasn't Nathan's problems with his family.

"Hmm, is that so?" muttered Nathan.

"That's right, Tan. You need to convince Grandad to end your formal relationship." Michael argued that he was fed up with a woman who was formally part of his extended family but whose behavior was utterly contrary to the principles of their extended family.

"'Granddad won't be able to do anything about it, Mike. Because the terms and conditions are clear, if I marry the girl I love and she loves me, then the formal relationship will end on its own." Nathan emphasized.

"Yes, but until then Tan? You are like an iceberg with women; how will you ever find true love? Every day, you date files and files and files," Michael complained, concerned about his friend's life.

Nathan smiled at his friend, "Relax, bro. The warm sun will melt the ice soon, and then spring will come and the flowers will bloom." Nathan patted Michael's shoulder, who was staring at his cousin's words.

Nathan rushed outside for a meeting with the client before he told Emmy that by noon, Richard and Nina should be ready to present their report.

"Emmy," called Mike, still frozen in Nathan's room.

"Yes, Mr. Mike," she replied quickly.

"Did your boss take the wrong medicine?" asked Mike in confusion.

"What do you mean, sir?" replied Emmy in surprise, "Mr. Nathan is in good health, so he hasn't taken any medication."

Michael sighed, "I mean, there's something strange about your boss, what he just said doesn't sound like something Nathan would say."

"Sorry, sir. I don't understand those words, but Mr. Nathan's activities are normal, nothing strange." Emmy was momentarily silent, "oh yes, the difference is that Mr. Nathan had a sandwich for breakfast."

"Well, a sandwich," Michael interrupted, his curiosity piqued, "where did Nathan order a sandwich?"

"It wasn't ordered, sir. Someone delivered it," Emmy said.

"Someone? Who?" asked Michael, even more confused.

"I'm sorry, sir. I can't tell you." Emmy always kept her boss's secrets; it was part of her job. "Excuse me, sir. I still have a lot of work to do." The woman quickly turned around, leaving a confused Michael behind.

"Wait, Emmy!"  Michael rushed after Emmy. The woman stopped and looked at Mike.

"Was it a girl who sent the sandwich?" asked Michael.

"Yes, a girl," Emmy replied flatly as she hurried along on her long legs. Michael nodded with a smile.

"Looks like Nathan has found his mate, but what girl can stand that iceberg? But this is interesting; I have to find out; there seems to be a secret behind that delicious sandwich," Michael muttered as the lawyer hurriedly left Nathan's office.

Emmy told Nina and Richard about Nathan's message separately. Nathan's assistant also gave her a bundle of files. She had made a hard copy of Nina's proposal report.

Lunchtime arrived, and Laura immediately invited Nina to have lunch with her, as usual. Nina didn't talk much; the beautiful girl, who was usually energetic, became quiet; there was a look of depression and nervousness on her beautiful face.

"Nina, what's wrong with you?" asked Laura, confused. Before Nina could say anything, a man suddenly stood in front of them.