Eiffel's lashes trembled slightly. It was clear that she was extremely nervous.
People supposedly needed a social buffer of a meter and a half, but the distance between them had clearly crossed that boundary.
For them, being this close already counted as an intimate gesture. Jonas could even smell the faint fragrance in her hair.
"What do you mean, Mr. Jonas? I don't understand."
Eiffel tried to keep her voice calm, but her expression betrayed how tangled her emotions were.
"Your behavior earlier, Miss Eiffel-was that really based on rational judgment, or was it jealousy?"
Jonas's voice was like a devil's seductive whisper, sending Eiffel's thoughts spiraling despite herself.
"Rational judgment often requires setting aside all subjective factors. Do you think you managed that, Miss Eiffel?"
Eiffel parted her lips at his words, but ultimately said nothing. She pressed her lips together and simply stared at the man before her.
She could feel him drawing closer and closer. Panic stirred inside her, and she couldn't help closing her eyes.
A moment later, she felt something cool touch her lips.
It wasn't what she had expected, and she opened her eyes.
An apple was pressed against her lips, while Jonas wore a wicked smile.
"Give it some serious thought, Miss Eiffel."
With that, he stood.
Leaving the girl behind with her thoughts in turmoil, he turned and walked away without looking back.
Three days had passed since the incident in the office.
After what had happened, Eiffel seemed to be deliberately avoiding Jonas.
Though he had expected this outcome, once his young secretary began making a point of staying out of his sight, Jonas couldn't shake the feeling that something was missing.
There were still a few days before their partnership with the Nathen Conglomerate officially began. There was relatively