Proud of Oliver

little angel POV

I gave Sandy a puzzled look, questioning why it was only me. "Why does they always insist that I serve them? What's the deal with these guys' obsession with coffee?"

James rolled his eyes, clearly irritated by the question. "It's tea, not coffee!" he snapped. "Mr. Christopher simply has his preferences, and it's not for us to question them."

Sandy couldn't contain herself any longer and burst into laughter once again. "Oh, come on, James! Lighten up! It's just a cup of tea."

James's stern expression softened slightly, realizing that perhaps he had overreacted. "Well, it's not just a cup of tea," he muttered, almost to himself. "But, I guess you're right. I'll let Mr. Christopher know you'll be on your way."

After James left, Sandy playfully nudged me and gave me a fake smile. "Hurry up, we don't want to upset Mr. Christopher," she said teasingly. I laughed and made my way downstairs to prepare the cup for him.

As I walked, thoughts started to swirl in my head. Christo