I Will Go.

As the elevator closed, she stood beside him in silence, holding the bag in her right hand.

"I never knew that the most feared and respected CEO of The Gerald's Conglomerate would stoop so low to use whatever means to grab the attention of his employee. That's surprising," she began, scoffing.

"What does that mean?" He asked, glaring at her.

"Mr. Fitz, we both know that you never asked me to get you lunch. Also, everyone in the company knows you don't eat at work. It makes me wonder why you had to leave the top floor to the ground floor. And now, you even banished me from eating in the cafeteria. Is that how obsessed you are with me?" She intoned, her lips curving into a wry smile, as she walked out of the elevator.

She walked into his office and placed the bag on the table. When she turned, he was behind her.

"Here is your lunch, sir."

He grabbed her wrist, drawing her close to his body.

"Quinn, tell me. What is giving you this audacity? Are you trying to play some kind of game with