Chapter 15

For the following week, a packed lunch would appear on Eve's desk each day right on time. Today was oatmeal with honey, mashed sweet potatoes and carrots, and stewed apples. All of it was food aimed at gut health. There was even a small Post-it note at the corner of the lunchbox which read, "Remember to eat your lunch on time. Love, Michael." "Same old today, Ms. Withers?" The receptionist peered into Eve's office. There was a tentative hint of admiration in her tone. "How sweet of Mr. Doran…" Eve was in the middle of editing a design. She didn't so much as look up to answer. "You go ahead and enjoy it." "T-That wouldn't be appropriate." The receptionist blushed furiously. "I heard Mr. Doran specially hired a Michelin-trained chef to prepare this meal…" A blot of ink pooled on the paper Eve was sketching on. She finally looked up with a polite smile. "Or you could just toss it out." In the end, the lunch was left in the pantry and quickly devoured by Eve's colleagues. One of the