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"No boss has ever had lunch here," murmured Joseph, stunked.

Flynn Ashton had just entered the room, and he calmly headed to the space with the food and began to serve himself with small amounts of everything. Everyone was looking, and I was bothered, because I wouldn't want them to look at me that way, whether I'm a boss or not. He went to the natural juice machine and filled a glass, then turned around, and everyone began to disguise that they were talking or doing something more interesting than watching him, except me. And his gaze immediately fell on me, while the shadow of a smile appeared under his mask, and he began to come towards me.

"He can't be coming here," I said, turning my gaze to Joseph.

Joseph, who pretended to swallow another small amount of his salty pudding, gave Flynn a spook look and turned pale.

"He can. He's coming," he murmured with his mouth full.

"No, he can't really be coming here," I murmured back, disguising the speech with a cough, because Flynn was les