“Why? You’re not happy to see me?” Cody, notching that Thea didn’t give her any reactions, asked jokingly.

Thea dropped her gaze and took the cup of coffee from his hand, “I’m not unhappy. But I’m afraid someone else will get really upset. Boss, you really should see me less, so we will probably make someone’s day better.”

Those words that came out of her mouth were dripping with more sarcasm than she thought.

Cody frowned, “Do you really care about what other people think of us?”

Thea’s hand faltered.

Us?

She cleared her throat, “I’m just giving a suggestion that can reduce the harm to the slightest. Miss Weston...