She's My Sleeping Pill

Before their lunch break, Cayenne went back to the recruitment room to let everyone know that they should take a break. The long line wasn't that long anymore since most of the applicants finished their interviews and left already.

"Kyle, can you tell the rest of my employees to meet with us downstairs? We'll have lunch together with everyone. My husband's treat," Cayenne said and winked.

"You've got to pay me back tonight," Stefan whispered, but Cayenne only grinned. She had no plan to pay him back tonight. He could tell.

"I'll go and tell the applicants to go and have lunch as well," Jackson said and stood up to leave the room. In truth, he was just trying to get away from getting stuffed with the couple's sweetness. "Everyone," Jackson called out while clapping his hands to get the applicants' attention. "The interviewers will take a break for an hour, so we will resume the interview at 1:00 PM.

You can all go and take your lunch first."

Applicant 1: "Sir Jackson, can we just stay here if we won't eat lunch? I'm so full from eating the sandwiches already."

Applicant 2: "And so am I. I was so nervous I kept eating chocolates and drinking coffee. I don't have space for lunch anymore."

Jackson chuckled at their responses, but he nodded his head in understanding. "Okay. You may wait here since it's also very hot outside."

"Thank you, sir." said the employees who were happy to stay inside because of the freaking hot sun outside.

[I'd be full if I kept eating those sandwiches, too.] Jackson thought when he recalled eating one of the sandwiches earlier. He wasn't sure if all the sandwiches were the same, but what he got had cheese, ham, lettuce, cucumber, egg, mayo, and ketchup. It was lavish. [Good thing I didn't keep eating those or I'd be so stuffed I won't have any space for an even more extravagant lunch.]

Although he was earning quite a lot, Jackson still loved free food.

Cayenne chose a Korean restaurant to have lunch this time. It was an all-you-can-eat restaurant where they could even have 'Samgyeopsal' on their table. When she went inside with so many people following her, the restaurant manager was shocked.

"Are you all together?" asked the manager when she saw the lanyard that the employees wore. "I suggest you take the second floor," she said.

"Thank you. That would be great," Cayenne said and followed the manager upstairs. She didn't expect that the manager would personally look after them.

"I'd like to share the same table as sir Kyle," said one of the employees when they arrived on the second floor. "It will be his last day with us, so... you know... I just want to see his handsome face while eating."

Everyone laughed at the woman's statement. Cayenne was even shaking her head.

"Hey! The boys want to be with sir Kyle, too," said another employee and they all erupted in laughter once again.

In the end, the manager told some of the waiters to move the chairs and tables closer so the employees could stay close to Kyle.

Cayenne was left dumbfounded, but she was happy that the manager was able to find a way immediately. When she looked around to start the headcount, she was even more surprised. It turned out, they occupied the whole second floor.

"Wait! Where's Elena and Tristan?" Cayenne asked when she didn't see the two secretaries.

"They're on the first floor. They wanted to feel like they're on a lunch date," said another employee. "I wish I'd find someone to have a lunch date, too."

"We will pray that for you," Kyle responded and the employee batted her eyelashes like those cartoon princesses they saw on TV. Her action made the others laugh.

They had so much fun together even when the CEO and the lady boss were joining them. There was no invisible wall of their social status and Cayenne was even joking with them.

"Hold on," one of the female staff said and then she turned to Stefan. "We have heard a lot of rumors about our beloved chairman and his kids, right? Why don't we ask him about parenting this time?"

"Don't ask him," Kyle said which caught everyone's attention. "You will be stuffed with overloading sweetness for his wife."

"Uh... we're talking about his kids," retorted the employee.

"He takes care of the kids because he didn't want his wife to get tired," Kyle responded and they all looked toward Stefan who remained silent while feeding his wife. "See? In his eyes, only his wife exists."

The employees finally nodded their heads and diverted their topic to something else. They talked about Kyle's new work and the school where he will be teaching. Some of the employees even joked that they will send their younger siblings to where Kyle would be teaching so they could still see him.

"By the way, Sir Kyle, when will Ms. Kath return home? It's been a long time since we last saw her."

"She will be back next week, but she will be very busy by then because of her work. I'll bring her over next time before leaving the office."

Ten minutes before 1:00 PM, they all decided to finish up and return to their work. Using Stefan's card, Cayenne paid for everyone's food before returning to the company, but Stefan didn't go upstairs with her.

"Are you going somewhere?" she asked while standing in the middle of the lobby.

"I'm going to visit Celestine. I promised you, didn't I?"

"Will you be okay?"

"Of course, I will. As long as you are safe and happy, I will always be okay."

"You know that's not what I meant."

Stefan held his wife's hands and kissed her knuckles. "Don't worry. I have Elena with me and I'm bringing some bodyguards, too. For now, I think Celestine won't do anything yet. I'm sure she would stay low while waiting for an opportunity. At the same time, if what Tristan discovered was really true, I don't have to worry about the man named Elliot."

"Alright. I trust you. How did you gain Rey's loyalty, by the way?"

Stefan looked left and right, and seeing that no one was standing close to them aside from the bodyguards, he leaned closer and whispered, "I told him he could punish the bad guys and I will cover his ass."

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