He furrowed his brow, wondering where that sudden, inappropriate thought had come from. Jesus, he was screwed.“No, no,” he said, a little embarrassed. “My head is killing me.”“I’ll bring it in just a moment.”The call ended, and he stared at the laptop screen, brow furrowed. Well, he still didn’t know why he had had that thought—and honestly, he didn’t want to find out.When Johari entered his office less than two minutes later, he raised an eyebrow at the sight of her carrying a small tray in one hand.“I only asked for painkillers, Johari,” he said.“Oh, I know,” she replied, placing the tray on the immaculate desk. “But I thought a fruit cocktail would help keep your blood pressure stable, sir.”“Thanks for reminding me that I’m getting older every day and need to take care of my blood pressure,” he said, looking almost appalled at the little cup of diced fruit.“Those are your words, not mine. And I must remind you to stop mentioning your age,” his assistant countered, pointing
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