Holloway Enterprises.
Cynthia had just parked her car in the garage and killed the engine. She was barely halfway to the elevator when a man's voice called out behind her.
"Miss Tremaine."
She paused, turning to see Quincy stepping out of his own car, a pleasant smile on his face.
"Good morning. Have you had breakfast yet? I happened to pick up an extra on my way in."
Cynthia's expression remained cool, her eyes distant and politely detached.
"Thank you, Manager Quincy, but I've already eaten."
She kept her distance, her posture tense with wariness, ignoring his friendly gesture as she continued toward the elevator.
Quincy's hand, still holding out the breakfast, hung awkwardly in the air as Cynthia walked away without a second glance.
His smile faltered. He tightened his grip on the paper bag and slowly lowered his hand, face hardening.
Cynthia pressed the elevator's up button. Quincy followed, his voice softer and more conciliatory.
"Miss Tremaine, regardless of everything, we're colleagues. I want to apologize for what happened with my assistant. I'm sorry you ended up with extra work."
He extended his hand, clearly hoping for a handshake and to smooth things over.
Cynthia didn't even look his way, making no move to reciprocate.
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