Warren Lynch went out with him, and upon hearing this, nearly slipped, staring in astonishment at the dumb pig beside him.
Sierra Summers tilted her head, pointing at herself, "Me? Leave? Why? Caleb Sterling clearly told you to scram, didn't he?"
The supervisor chuckled; he was trying to help her out. Usually, when Mr. Sterling encountered women who approached him like this, he was utterly ruthless, sometimes even having security escort them out. However, this girl didn't seem like those others with their eyes set in the clouds and their scheming minds written all over their faces.
That's why he wanted to give her a hand.
But she wouldn't appreciate it.
That should have been it, but the supervisor watched as she gracefully walked towards Caleb Sterling, put the bag on the table, twirled in front of him with a smile, and shyly asked, "Does it look good? Do you like it?"
