Chapter 18

Upon hearing Arnaud's voice, Sylvia slipped on her standard secretary smile and pushed the door open. "Here comes your coffee. I just made it." But Arnaud didn't touch the cup nor glance at her. His eyes were merely fixed on the file in his hand. Sylvia felt a flicker of embarrassment, but since she was already there, she could only press on. "There's been a misunderstanding about the coffee this morning. When I went to make you a cup, Mr. Tyler happened to be there too. He caught the aroma and said he wanted to try some! As a secretary of yours, I can't exactly offend your nephew over a cup of coffee, right?" She'd already braced herself to be ignored again, but Arnaud was surprisingly easy to placate. "Was that all?" "Yeah, that's it! And it was Mr. Tyler who'd asked me for that cup of coffee this morning. I'd figured making a cup of coffee wouldn't take long, so I'd agreed." She lowered her head. "If that upset you, I'll just turn him down in the future and tell him it would