Let's not worry about the practical questions for now.

I had to confirm the authenticity of the information.

I brushed my hair away from my forehead and reminded myself to stay calm.

"When did all this happen?" I asked Peter.

"Ugh … When you don't know?" Peter looked away.

"No, don't run away from the question. Pitt, I'm asking you seriously!

This is … How long has this been going on?!

Oh my god.

Toby.

How could you not tell me a single word! "I was having a small breakdown.

"You didn't tell me that you knew Michel liked me." Peter pouted.

… So he knew!

I suddenly understood.

So Peter knew everything!

This little bastard.

I immediately jumped up from Peter's lap. I wanted to pinch Peter and shake him to see if I could shake the truth out of him. Peter wouldn't let me pinch him. His spider senses were real. Of course, he would run away.

At that moment, I broke my own rule of 'no chasing, running, jumping, or touching in Nancy's office.' Until we suddenly realized that Columbus was still there.

"You're still here?" Peter looked surprised.

"Don't be rude to my assistant!"

I took the opportunity to slap Peter's back. He was a Spider-man anyway. He wasn't afraid of this little pain. "Columbus, if someone asks you …"

"I didn't hear anything," Columbus immediately answered.

"Then, if someone says …" I raised one eyebrow.

"That's not true." Columbus's face was solemn.

I waved my hand, indicating that Columbus could leave.

"It's time to rest until I call you in." I decided to let Columbus go out and give him some time to play.

Columbus bolted out of the door.

The moment the door closed, Peter straightened his back.

I turned back to glare at Peter.

"No!

You can't hit me because of this. "Peter held his head with his hands, the phantom dog tail behind his back acting cute." I love you, Nancy!

I love you! "

I put my hand down.

"You think this trick will work?"

Peter looked up at me in a very cute way.

Super cute.

I mean, it's super cute.

… Alright, this move worked.

Don't ask me why.

When Peter pushed me against the desk and kissed me so that I would completely give up, Columbus pushed open the office door.

"It's just that Mr. Parker asked me to tell you that he's decided to connect his office with this one!" Columbus said loudly, and with his arm?

She looked into his eyes. "I don't know anything, I don't know, I don't know!"

Columbus fled at the speed of light.

I guess that's what Columbus learned from killing zombies.

Peter stopped talking, and his whole face wrinkled up.

"What?!" Peter shouted angrily. "He can't do this!

You can't do that! "

"… Oh." I didn't want to say anything.

Could Toby do that?

Yes, of course he could.

Peter, Toby, and Parker are the CEO of Parker Industries.

He has the right to connect his office with his chief secretary's office.

Without a second word.

Workers moved glass in and out of this floor for renovation.

All the employees on this floor pricked up their ears to hear what we were doing.

By the way, our headquarters' CEO offices are like those startups in Silicon Valley … they like transparent glass walls and open spaces.

… Between fame and death, I chose to bury myself in work.

Peter is fighting with Toby.

I don't want to fight.

Let them fight. I … I won't necessarily follow the winner. Let me make it clear.

And you know what?

Someone delivered a whole bouquet of blue roses!

The rose bouquet was wrapped in a heart shape with Bambi and Bambi's girlfriend on it. Wow, I love it so much.

There was no need to guess that this was Andrew.

Full of joy, I picked up the card and the two dolls …

Thank God.

On the bright side, at least Peter doesn't know that I dated Andrew.

… Okay, so which one of us is going to tell Andrew about my relationship with Peter?

Thinking of this, I trembled all over.

Just like in a horror movie, a spider web flew over!

I dodged to the side and reflexively hid the card and the dolls in my arms. Then, I turned to glare at the person who did it.

"What was that?" Peter questioned.

His voice crossed Toby's and my office.

I really wanted to glare Peter to death.

Idiot!

This is the office!

Everyone is watching!

Do I even need to hide my identity!

Toby facepalmed and lowered his head. He made a gesture to me that said, "Don't be nervous. I made sure no one saw us."

Poor Toby.

Unlucky Toby.

I was about to heave a sigh of relief when I saw Peter looking at the dolls in my arms.

He narrowed his eyes.

Not good!

I don't want the dolls to be confiscated.

Don't ask me how I knew Peter would confiscate them. I just knew. The last time I video-chatted with Andrew about the amusement park and Bambi, he was so jealous!

This time, I witnessed Andrew giving me a pair of deer dolls and Toby saying that he was going to get through the office. If Peter doesn't explode on the spot, I'll take his surname.

I decisively threw the Bambi doll on the floor and kicked it into the crack of the sofa. In the next second, Peter jumped over the obstacle and looked like he was going to lift the sofa.

"You know how to!" Expose my identity!

I could only threaten him with this.

"That's obviously!" It's a pair of Bambi.

That's right, it's a pair of Bambi. I mean, Bambi and his girlfriend.

Peter glared with his dog-like eyes, his cheeks puffed up in indignation.

If I had to say, he didn't look like a puppy. He looked more like a rabbit, like the white rabbit on the Internet who got angry when it bit a disgusting leaf.

"Who gave it to you?" Toby walked over slowly.

We immediately lowered our heads and looked at the unopened pearl-white card in my hand.

"No!" I quickly covered the card with my palms.

Toby couldn't snatch it from me in this situation because the CEO needed to have an attitude.

But Peter didn't need an image!

He bounced around my office and kissed me on my desk, didn't he?

"It must be!" Peter shouted.

Andrew's name almost slipped out of my mouth.

I was quick-witted!

I rolled the card into a ball and put it in my mouth!

"Oh my god, Nancy?" Toby was shocked.

"No one is a vegetarian, a vegetarian … Zack Pogue!" I bit the card like a sheep and spoke as I chewed.

I even chewed.

Yes, I chewed.

This time, Peter felt wronged.

He felt so wronged that his eyes turned red.

"It's just a card, why won't you let me see it!"

I chewed the card, but Peter still wanted to snatch it from me. Oh my god, my boyfriend is so scary.

Toby was forced to stand between us. In the end, Peter was carried away by Toby (or engaged in some kind of manly conversation, I guessed), and I took the opportunity to dig my dolls out of the sofa.

I still had the card in my mouth …

The kind Columbus came to help me and did his duty as my assistant.

We worked hard to dig out my two cute, pitiful, innocent Disney dolls with Andrew's doe-like eyes from the dust.

I tearfully shoved the dolls to Columbus and patted the back of Columbus' hand with the attitude of an old mother sending her child out.

"What?

For me?

No?

Oh, I see, you want me to keep it for you.

No?

Oh, you want me to help you send the dolls to your Swiss bank's safe deposit box.

Okay. "

Columbus guessed for two or three seconds and guessed what I meant. Then the corners of his mouth twitched, and he pointed to the card in my mouth and said, "Do you need me … to find something … that can probably help you with digestion?"

I continued to shake my head with tears in my eyes, turned my back, and began to dig the card in my mouth.

Columbus made a gagging sound.

It was louder than the sound I made.

Fortunately, or perhaps unfortunately.

I guess the employees on this floor were used to the extraordinary drama that they might witness if they worked in this company … Also read: extremely annoying.

Of course, it could also be because this floor was full of executives.

The executives had signed a confidentiality agreement.

The blue roses were still on my desk.

I could only, only, pull out the roses one by one and give them to everyone on this floor …

Andrew didn't write anything on the card. He only said that he missed me very much and wanted to return early.

I guess this meant that he did return early. That means …

… So who was going to tell Andrew about my relationship with Peter?