The morning sunlight spilled through the tall windows, kissing the marble floors of the mansion. For once, the house wasn't filled with clacking heels or the sound of phones ringing off the hook. Just quiet —soft, golden quiet. Tina sat cross-legged on the couch in her oversized pastel hoodie, munching on a popsicle she'd stolen from the freezer. Her hair was down, slightly messy, and her face was blank in that 'I'm thinking deeply but also not thinking at all' way she often had. Andrew, who was leaning against the counter with a coffee mug, arched a brow.
"Never thought I'd see the almighty CEO looking like a lazy marshmallow."
Tina blinked, sucked on her popsicle, and replied innocently.
"Marshmallows are cute. You're just jealous you can't pull this off."
He smirked.
"Oh, I could. But unlike some people, I don't have an empire to neglect while eating frozen sugar for breakfast."
Tina squinted at him.
"You sound like my finance manager. Stop it."
