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Oliver pulled out one of the brown vinyl cushioned chairs for me, gesturing for me to sit. “Oliver?”
“It’s my building,” he said, a small smile playing on his lips.
“It is? I didn’t see it on your list of properties.”
“Did you see the one we work in on there?”
“No. I just assumed…”
He smirked. I still had so much to learn about his company. I don’t think I even scratched the surface of all the assets he owned. It wasn’t a surprise that he owned this building or the one we worked in.
“You assumed correctly. I own it and several others around the city,” he said nonchalantly.
“Like the building we live in?”
“Of course. How do you think I got the security tapes so quickly?” he asked, a hint of amusement in his eyes.
“I don’t want to talk about that,” I muttered, feeling a pang of unease.
“It’s nothing to worry about,” he reassured me, his voice softening.
“Aren’t you worried about being up here without security?” I asked, glancing around nervously.
“Not at all. Security is tight in this building. No one passes through without a badge.”
“You did,” I pointed out.
“I own this building and they know it. I don’t need to show a badge.”
I shook my head with a smile. “We forgot drinks,” I said, realizing we hadn't brought anything to drink with our lunch.
“Not a problem. The refrigerator is fully stocked. What can I get you?” Oliver asked, already heading towards the kitchenette.
I thought for a moment. “Beer.”
“Bullshit. You don’t drink at work.”
“We’re not at work. We’re on lunch.”
“What do you want to drink?” he repeated, giving me a playful look.
I sighed. “Water is fine.”
“Sparkling?” Oliver asked.
“Yes. That’s good.”
Oliver reached into the refrigerator and took out two bottles of Pellegrino. I opened the white bag, inhaling the aroma of the contents before I sat down at one of the tables. He joined me.
“These smell wonderful,” I said, my mouth watering.
I handed Oliver his food and took mine, unrolling the tin foil. My roll was soft with the juices of the meat, and I savored the first bite, closing my eyes as I chewed. Oliver dunked his sandwich in the au jus several times before taking his first bite.
“Good?” he asked, watching me with a satisfied smile.
I nodded, unable to speak with my mouth full. The sandwich was everything I had hoped for and more.
“These just get better and better. I wonder if Oscar would give me the recipe,” he said, wiping au jus from his mouth.
