My Boss Becomes a Pocket-Sized Man

7

To ensure that Verne did not suffocate, I kept the meeting time to a minimum.

During the meeting, I kept opening my pocket to let Verne get some fresh air. Even so, when the two-hour meeting was over, I saw that the his face was flushed with sweat.

"Verne, I'll get you some water." Knowing that he didn't love Miranda, I was in a much better mood. I regained my enthusiasm again.

Verne didn't like Miranda. Did it mean that I still had a chance?

And he pinched Cobb Howey just now in order to save me.

To thank him for his help, I would prepare for him some of his favorite snacks.

Unexpectedly, when I came out the pantry with the teacup and snacks, I saw that Verne stood at the bar counter outside the office and the staff from the secretarial department were examining him closely.

"Oh my God, it's the mini version of Mr. Adler!"

"It's so vivid, it looks as if it's real."

"Miss Bellina must have hired someone to do this, hasn't she? As expected, she loves Mr. Adler."