John refused to release her hand. He smiled and said, “I’m fine with the stain.” Sherry pouted. She looked at the briefcase and wanted to open it, but before she could touch the zipper, it was snatched away. She glared at him, and he did the same to her. “You have until the count to three to get out, or you will be coming to the office with me.” Sherry sulked in grievance and immediately left the car. She slammed the door shut right after she got out. John grinned after she left. He opened his briefcase, and the smell of roasted meat filled the car. His briefcase was stuffed with all sorts of food, including steak wrapped in aluminum paper, fried chicken, and even three cans of beer. Stunned by the amount of food that she had stuffed into the briefcase, John went silent for a moment before he chuckled and put it aside. “Let’s go.” The car drove off. Along the way, in the passenger seat, Peter subtly glanced in the rearview mirror. As a matter of fact, as soon as Joh
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