The President Won't Suspect A Thing

Eve dropped the large box on the couch and sank down beside it.

"Eve." Ethan looked surprised for a few seconds before he retained his nonchalant look. "What are you doing here? Aren't you supposed to be recovering?"

"I should stay back home so you can goof around, right?" Eve folded her hands and stood up. "Ethan, are you a child to not buy your own clothes?"

Ethan sat on the couch and unwrapped the box, revealing a business suit. "You got it from Jessie?"

"It is Jessica!"

"Eve." Ethan looked up. "Are you here for trouble?"

Eve sighed and sat beside him. "Of course not," she grumbled. "I'm here because I've resumed work. Ethan, you could at least call me and ask about my health."

Ethan scrutinized the suit and picked it up. "Take this to the thrash." He nudged the box towards her before standing up and disappearing into his private suite.

Eve's eyes left his back and she grumbled some words before picking up the box. She walked out of the office and disposed of it in the trash, an