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Jasmine POV

I find myself nodding to his offer. It seems to be honest enough, and there was nothing really against my going out for a friendly lunch with him.

"Of course," I say.

I have a feeling that being friends with a veteran that knows the ropes in the company would come in handy sometime.

"Well, ladies first," he says, standing up with a light smile on his face.

I follow Adrian out of the office. The other man in the room doesn't really seem to notice anything, as throughout the whole time he was literally just sorting out some files and paying no heed to us.

"Maybe if you're up for it, I can give you a tour around the place," Adrian offers.

I give a nod. I'm still wondering why he was being so nice. There has to be a reason behind it, right? I think to myself. I warn myself not to get too carried away with his act, just in case.

I trail after him as we reach the elevator. He's at least 6 ft tall with long legs, and I have to walk fast to keep up with him.

"So tell me, Jasmine,