A wounded expression appeared on Aye’s face, “I thought we’re close. Are you afraid that I’d find out where you live? I was planning on inviting you on a shopping trip this weekend. This makes me sad. I treat you as a friend, but it seems like you only see me as a colleague!”
Tiffany looked around nervously, afraid that Jackson might suddenly appear. The entire office would find out about them if a big-mouth like Aye found out. Everyone would know she was their future lady boss. She scoffed, “What’s there to be afraid of?” She wrote down her own house address.
Aye’s eyes lit up, “We’re really going the same way! My house is in the small neighborhood right across from yours. Your home is in a more expensive area than mine. I knew you were from a yuppie family!”
This was completely out of Tiffany’s expectations. How could there be such a coincidence? She really wished that a few kidnappers would suddenly appear and drag Aye away. “Erm… I might not be going home tonight. I’m going over to a friend’s place. I think you’ll have to go home on your own today.”
The more Tiffany hemmed and hawed, the more Aye latched onto her. “Why do I get the feeling that you don’t really want to go home together with me? Why are you being so mysterious? I can always avoid topping up on my transportation claims…”
Suddenly, Tiffany spotted a Porsche that was heading toward them. She began to panic. “It’s not that I don’t want to go home with you. Let’s go shopping this weekend. Okay? Okay. Damn it… Why aren’t there any cab drivers… This should be a prime spot for hailing a cab…”
Aye had spotted Jackson’s car as well. She boldly suggested, “Do you think Mr. West will give us a ride home if we ask him?”
Tiffany’s mind was buzzing. Had she been found out?
Soon after, Jackson stopped his car in front of them. He rolled the window down and smiled. “Can’t get a cab? I’ll give you a lift. It’s dangerous for two ladies to be out alone at night.” He deliberately avoided looking at Tiffany when he spoke.
Aye did not notice anything out of the ordinary and smiled infatuatedly. “Yes, yes. You’re the best, Mr. West!”
So she had not been found out? Tiffany heaved a long sigh of relief. Fortunately, her man was good at acting. She smiled shyly, playing along, as she said, “Wouldn’t it be inconvenient?”
Jackson looked at Tiffany meaningfully and said, “Get in the car.”
She climbed into the passenger seat out of habit before kicking off the heels that she had been wearing the entire day and folded her legs on the seat.
Aye who was sitting in the backseat was looking at Tiffany, her eyes seemed as though they were going to pop out of their sockets. No longer in the mood to admire Jackson’s luxury car and afraid to speak directly, she asked in a joking manner, “Mr. West, would your… would your fiancée mind if another woman sat in the passenger seat?”
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