Augustine's car cruised toward Gyapm Corporation, but Reginald barely noticed the passing scenery. His mind was in turmoil, scrambling for a way to take back his words.
He hadn't expected Augustine's question—hadn't even been given a second to think before his mouth had betrayed him.
Now, as the silence stretched between them, he tried to correct himself. "What I meant was—"
Augustine cut him off with a glance, his expression unreadable. "You already answered."
The black Ford car of Augustine rolled to a stop in the company garage, and Augustine stepped out without a word.
Reginald followed closely, his mind racing.
"CEO Augustine," he called, his voice laced with urgency. "I need you to know—I didn't properly hear your question before I answered."
Augustine halted mid-step, casting a side glance at Reginald. "You don't have to apologize for liking someone," Augustine said, resting a firm hand on Reginald's shoulder.
