Josephine’s POV “Ooh, Mr Ian is not playing about his queen at all,” Alice singsang, as the messenger boy placed a wooden tray of various foods covered with a cling film with a bag, containing a bottle of water and a packet of apple juice, on my desk. “Who is whose queen?” Edison asked, coming over to my desk, a smile of mischief creasing his mouth, when he saw the food. “I see the queen now.” “Shut up, you both,” I said, as the messenger boy took his leave. “Does Ian own a country or what?” “Maybe,” Alice shrugged, as I tore the cling film open. “I call dips on the burger and stir-fry pasta.” “Glutton,” Edison retorted, to which Alice stuck out her tongue like Sabrina often did sometimes. “You are such kids,” I said, shaking my head. “Come and take whatever you want. I had lunch already.” “Thanks, babes,” Alice said, before taking a hamburger, and plating a portion of stir-fry pasta on one of the several paper plates that came with the food package. For the past three days, I
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