Brandan withdrew his gaze and asked Iris Harris, "What do you want for lunch?"
"Steak."
"We had that last night. Choose something else."
"Then pasta, I guess." Iris Harris lazily leaned over her desk, "I just woke up, not really hungry. Just something nice for dinner."
Brandan raised his hand to smooth her silky long hair, "Have dinner at home tonight. I've asked the cook to stew a chicken for you. You should eat more."
Iris Harris nodded, "I want something sweet."
Brandan raised an eyebrow, "Of course I know you want something sweet." This one has such a sweet tooth and a love for meat, yet frail and often sick, never gaining much weight. Heaven knows how much he wishes to see her chubby and healthy.
Seeing the two in the office completely ignore her, Emily Dormer let out a frustrated scream and ran off crying with her head in her hands.
Iris Harris raised her eyebrows, "Brandan, she's going to go crazy because of you."
