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..."

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 you wouldn't want me to start off on

what do

gut. He reached out, wanting to stop

settled into her

arched an eyebrow.

pressed her disbelief written all over her face. "Mr. Wells personally escorts you here on day one, then hand-delivers your breakfast? Along with that, Mr. Parker's letting you handle his

not!" Noelle's lips tightened just a tad-her face was calm, but inside, she