After quietly observing the office for a while, Ashley finally set the large lunch box down on the coffee table and slowly began untying the cloth wrapped around it. One by one, she carefully arranged the containers neatly across the table until the meal was fully laid out before them.
And just as she feared, the food was no longer as warm as it should have been.
A thin layer of moisture clung beneath the lids from the trapped steam, while some of the dishes had slightly shriveled in appearance after sitting too long inside the thermal containers. The moment Ashley saw it clearly, guilt instantly crept deeper into her chest.
She didn't even need to taste it to know the texture had probably already changed, perhaps even the flavor itself.
And Apollo…
