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Sage dropped two large paper bags full of Thai food on Greta’s desk, then stripped off her suit jacket and dropped it on the seat in the waiting room.
“It’s June, and summer has officially arrived. No more jackets,” she said, giving the offensive item a narrow-eyed stare.
“You’re getting hangry,” Greta noted, moving piles of papers and folder files off her desk. “Come on, take out the food so we can chow down.”
Greta was right. She hadn’t had a proper breakfast, and she was starving. Pulling out cartons and plastic containers, she arranged the food and took a pair of chopsticks between her fingers.
“Go ahead; don’t wait for me,” Greta urged with a wave of her hands.
Sage dug in and moaned around the first bite. “So good. Being in the car with the food smell was killing me.” She ja
