Chapter 32

"Ms. Myers is sick today. What would you like for breakfast?" The new cook asked Rafael as she handed him the coffee.

"Well, you should have made it already and not wait for me. I don't have that kind of time right now. Talk to the housekeeper, please."

He set the coffee aside with distaste after just one sip and walked over to Ruhi, who was standing near the toaster, ignoring his existence.

"Someone is in a pissy mood," he said, holding her around the waist and resting his chin on her shoulder.

"I have a severe headache, but my boss refused to give me a day off. Three others who were out drinking last night already called in sick. Caitlyn didn't even fully drink one margarita but took the day off." She told him as if it was his fault.

"Hmm..." He nuzzled into her neck and closed his eyes. "Headaches shouldn't be an excuse to skip work, you know. We aren't living in the Stone Age. Just pop a pill and go to work."

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