EP_17

"What do you want for lunch? President. Vege or nonveg? Should I bring it from the cafeteria or some restaurant nearby?" Holding a pen and paper in her hand she concentrated at Conall with great determination who was busy signing some documents.

Thankfully, she didn't get hurt while falling on the floor. Though she cussed at him, he didn't seem to regret his actions at all. Hence, no apology came from him. Well, not like she expected any.

She knew now that the rumour about him being extremely rude and arrogant, him being cold and be in the devil's side was nothing but the truth.

For a moment, Conall continued looking at the space then he grabbed the pen tightly again. Without bothering to take a look at her he just answered nonchalantly, "Bring anything. And, go with the cafeteria."

"Just anything?" Stunned as she was, Irene questioned him.

This time Conall indeed looked at hee and with a nod, he uttered, "Yes."

"Fine." It was somewhat hard to believe to her that he was not making tr