The Cherished Wife

Noelle glanced up, a bit taken aback. "Sure. Just a minute!"

She hung up and stepped outside, spotting Ronald with a breakfast bag in hand. She raised an eyebrow. "Mr. Wells, did you need something?"

"Madam, this is the breakfast Mr. Hoffman sent me to deliver to you!" Ronald tried to hand it over, but Noelle did not take it. "Mr. Wells, you've been told to call me Noelle at work. And don't you know most places have a policy that you can't eat during work hours? Please take it back. I'm not interested."

"Madam sorry, Ms. Shaw!-you're putting me in a tough spot here!" Ronald's face was the picture of despair. "Mr. Hoffman made it crystal clear this morning that I had to get you breakfast. But when I got here, I found him pacing the sidewalk, and you were nowhere. He was livid and threatened to cut my bonus. If I don't make sure you get this breakfast, he's going to slash my year-end bonus too. Ms. Shaw, I'm begging you! Have a heart. I've got my folks and kids counting on me..."

a clear sign of her dilemma. "But if I grab breakfast now, I'll get caught by Mr. Parker, and he'll cut my pay. It's still my first day. I'm sure

what do I

on her heel and strode off, leaving Ronald with a sinking feeling in his gut. He reached out, wanting to stop her, but all he could

into Arya again, who eyed her curiously. Noelle gave a slight nod and had barely settled into her seat when Arya sidled up. "Spill it, Noelle. What's the deal with you

arched an eyebrow.

here on day one, then hand-delivers your breakfast? Along with that, Mr. Parker's letting you handle his prized projects. You've got to be involved with Mr

tad-her face was calm, but inside, she was anything