"Do you want this food on your desk or here on the small table?" Instead, I asked, ignoring his weird question.
"No! Put them in the trash can!"
"Huh?" My mouth, as well as my eyes, opened wide when I heard his words. "But why, Mr. Kelley? She personally cooked this food for you---"
"You can take that if you want, Denise!"
I wonder if he knows what's inside of the bag. I realized that he's not a good actor or he can't be an actor even in a short film or movie. I saw the surprised look in his eyes when I mentioned his wife but he immediately covered it with a serious expression.
"Are you sure, Mr. Kelley?"
I asked again but he didn't answer and he turned his eyes back to his computer screen.
"Hmm... this food smell so nice... so delicious! I wonder what's inside of this bag."
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