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mmediately."Chelsea..." he called "Sir","Send a private message to Mrs. Valetio's secretary, informing her of my impromptu dinner. Not leaving out the fact she must not disclose my name. You will find her name pinned to the top of the contact batch that reads; 'Subordinates'. Please be quick and place an immediate call afterward to my chef. Give her the order code; 0500" Daryl got to the side of the waiting Mercedes and turned to Chelsea "Any questions? I presume there is none. See you soon; at the condo" he gave a chill smile and got into the waiting car "Imprudent Jerk; one time he is nice, affectionate, and all-so-sweet then the next, he is a bossy dickhead" Chelsea stomped her heels and turned to the entrance of the building "Wait. How the hell am I supposed to find his condo?" She turned back abruptly but the car was long gone. ~~~ "Elsa, I am off to Charles's cocktail party. Do well to put things in order during my absence. I do not wish to mooch over petty issues when I arrive" a soft purr followed an elegantly dressed woman. She was fitted in royalty style; no doubt, she was royalty by blood. "Ma'am..." Elsa hesitated, fondling the keys on her keyboard "I just received an Intel; I believe you have an escort waiting" "Intel? Of what sort may that be?"I have little to no idea ma'am. I suppose dinner. It was an unknown caller ID and the gentle tone of a woman conveyed the message" "Alright, Elsa; I presume the escort is right outside?""Yes, ma'am" She gave a low bow at her boss' retreating silhouette. ~~~ The line rang twice before it was answered. A loud active voice got Chelsea pulling the receiver out of her ear with optimum speed. "Gabby, how do you do? Your man? Wanna place an order? The usual...Hello?" The voice rang out enthusiastically."Hello, This is Chelsea, not Gabby. "Chelsea? I haven't a clue who that is" "Yeah. I am Daryl's assistant" she introduced, grinning satisfactorily. "Oh..." Chelsea picked out the tone of disgust that accompanied her words "What may do for you, Mrs. Chelsea?" Daryl ordered that I inform you of an impromptu dinner later today at his condo. Order code: 0500", "Copy" , "Also, I am not married, a University graduate to be precise" Chelsea stuttered a little at her own words. She had heard the intentional tone the chef had used in spelling out 'Mrs.' While addressing her. "I was hoping otherwise" With that, the line got disconnected and Chelsea heaved a sigh of relief with the receiver on her chest. 'Toxic. Everywhere seems toxic" She sighed again and walked out of the lobby with her packed bag. Chelsea had no place to go. She had been hoping Daryl would bring up her accommodation as it hadn't been discussed earlier where she would stay. Her home was some distance away but she knew it was going to be stressful, having to take three buses and a train to work every morning. She might not get lucky to meet up with her work as early as needed. She walked out of the lobby and down the hallway to the entrance of the skyscraper. Sliding the personal ID she had gotten earlier that morning, she logged out from work and w