Office Meal

Immediately upon seeing me drenched, Adam's eyes narrowed with concern, or perhaps it was annoyance. "Why are you wet?" he demanded, a hint of suspicion in his voice. He seemed to be considering the possibility that I had done something wrong or was involved in some mischief. I opened my mouth to explain, but before I could get a word out, he had already moved towards his desk.

I watched as he picked up the phone and dialed a number. His voice was stern and authoritative. "The driver who refused to take my wife to the office this morning is fired. Effective immediately." I stood there, holding the lunchbox, feeling a mix of emotions. I was surprised and somewhat bewildered. Adam was firing someone because of me? It was an unexpected turn of events, and I wasn't sure how to process it.

Adam hung up the phone and walked back towards me, his eyes locking onto mine. "Come here," he said firmly. "Let's get you dried off."

Careful not to make any mistakes, I followed him through a door that