Chapter 889

When Dorothy left her position at Lopez Corporation, she thought she'd never set foot in there

again.

Yet, things didn’t over between her and this place.

"Let's chat in my office?"

Following Kevin into the elevator, Dorothy nodded, "Sure."

During her time as Kevin's protégé, she was a frequent visitor to his office and so she found the

place easily and felt much easier.

Upon entering, he poured her a glass of coffee and glanced at the bag she was carrying.

"What's in the bag? It looks heavy." He asked.

"Just some drinks from the grocery store."

"Really? What did you get? Is it any good? I've been meaning to pick up some beverages myself!"

Kevin seemed genuinely interested in the contents of her bag.

Embarrassed as though she was being cheap, Dorothy quickly offered him a look, "Take anything

you'd like."

She thought he wouldn't be interested in the two bottles of beer amid the mostly fruit juices, seeing

as Kevin was usually all about his work.

However, he went straight for the canned beers, "These look tempting!"

"You've got work, Kevin. That's beer."

"I wouldn't have noticed if you didn’t say that! Perfect timing. I fancied a small indulgence tonight.

Thanks, Ms. Sanchez," he said as he placed the beers on his desk.

The story had unfolded to a point where Dorothy wanted to feign ignorance, but Kevin’s act was

less than convincing.

The label clearly read 'Wheat Brew,' and he didn't realize it was beer?

Maybe she should have seen it coming. She should have known when the supermarket suddenly

put a limit on alcohol sales.

"Kevin, there's no issue with the project, is there?" she asked.

"Of course there is!"

"Then why did you rush me here and only to fixate on those two cans of beer once we arrived?"

A guilty flicker crossed Kevin's face as his mind raced, "Ms. Sanchez, surely you don't think I

brought you all the way back to the company just for two cans of beer, right? I definitely needed to

consult you on a project matter! Look, these are all questions—"

With that, he picked up some papers from his desk and pointed at a line of text.

Dorothy forced a smile and stared intently at him without blinking, "I might be overthinking it, then. I

can answer any project-related questions, but I'd like those beers back. I was looking forward to

them tonight, and those were the only ones I could find. If you want, I can pick up some more for

you tomorrow."

"Well, that's..."

"So, in the end, you were after the beer, right?" Dorothy's tone became assertive, her voice lower,

"Or should I say, the person behind you wanted you to get those two cans from me."

"No, it's really not like that..."

Dorothy's brow furrowed as an indescribable bitterness welled within her.

A stifling pain slowly crept over her mind as she said, "Kevin, I know it's tough being caught in the

middle. You have to do what you're told, and it's part of your job, not a reflection of who you are

personally. I'm not upset with you."

She took a deep breath, trying to calm her emotions, "Please send my message that I apologize for

drunk dialing him. It was my mistake, and I sincerely regret it. I promise it won't happen again."