Raelle's fingers finally stopped typing and she stretched her body. Right at this moment, Cloe entered, "Chief, you're finally done?"
"Weren't you gonna have dinner with your colleagues this evening?" inquired Raelle as she put everything back to it's original place, cleaned up her desk, and stood up.
"Yes, but I couldn't leave without you so they all left without me," informed Cloe with a bitter tone.
"Oh? So, it's your birthday but they are enjoying dinner with my money?"
Cloe acted wronged and nodded her head, "They even threw me such pitiful gazes as if I was left alone in a tiger's den. Well, your momentum is no less than a tiger but giving me such looks really didn't settle well with me."
Raelle took her blazer, "You also used to look at me like I'm a tiger who would eat you one day."
Cloe gave a dry laugh, "And yet I managed to survive for seven years around you."
