e watcAlessia woke from a dreamless sleep, sat up in bed, and pulled back the curtains. Shhed the quiet street
outside for a moment, lost in thought. Eventually, she picked up her phone to check the time-9:30 a.m.
Just as she was about to set the phone down, it buzzed with an incoming call.
“Hello?” Alessia’s voice was soft and a bit husky with sleep, carrying a lilting note that sounded almost playful.
On the other end, Cole fumbled his pen, dropping it noisily on his desk. His ears flushed pink, and the tough tone
he’d planned evaporated in an instant.
“You just woke up?” His voice was low, tinged with exasperation, but something about it made Alessia want to
curl back under the covers.
“Mmm.” She answered lazily, eyes half-closed.
“So that’s it? | help you out and then you ignore my messages? Is Miss Morton really that busy?” He sounded
more like a big dog left out in the rain than an aggrieved executive.
“I was busy talking things over last night. By the twe finished, it was nearly morning, so | just crashed.”
Alessia yawned, not bothering to hide it.
Cole frowned. “Anything serious going on?”
“Nothing major. Oh, | need to head to Mr. Dawson's place the afternoon after tomorrow, and I'll be taking
Zachary.”
“The old man’s going to complain you only call on him when you need something,” Cole said with a sly grin.
Alessia just tapped her nose and didn’t deny it.
“By the way, I'll send you a list later. Can you drop the stuff off for me?”
“Seriously, Miss Morton? I'm a CEO, not your personal errand boy. Is this what | am to you-a delivery guy, at your
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“Con, Cole, you know the drill. Opening day got to stock up.”
He sighed with mock resignation. “Alright, fine. Your order will be delivered within the hour, madam. Please
remember to sign for it.”
Alessia laughed, tossed a half-hearted insult his way, and hung up, feeling more awake than she had just
minutes before. Cole, meanwhile, was still smiling as
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Larkin walked in with a fresh cup of coffee; even Larkin seemed less annoying than usual.
Alessia left her room and wandered into the kitchen, where Karen was busy
assembling sandwiches and rolling up seaweed wraps. When Karen saw her, she waved cheerfully, then popped
a piece of sandwich into Alessia’s mouth before she could even say good morning.
“Well?” Karen's eyes shone with anticipation, though she seemed a little nervous.
Alessia chewed, swallowed, and nodded. “Perfect. Not dry, not tough-just right.”
“Try this, too.” Karen, relieved, sliced off a piece of seaweed roll and offered it to her as well.
Alessia’s eyes lit up, and she happily accepted another bite.
“We got everything fresh at the market this morning-your dad and | went early. | had a chat with the vendor, and
they'll give us a better bulk price from now on.” Karen looked proud, clearly pleased with Alessia’s approval.
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“Alright. Oh, and take swater and snacks down for him, will you?”
“Got it,” Alessia replied, grabbing a cup and heading downstairs.
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“My daughter, Lessie,” Brendan replied easily. “Csay hi to Carey.”
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