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Offering a small smile again, Enrique eyed the cake slices for a moment and thought about getting one, but then decided against it. Yes, they were delicious and stuff, but it would both be rude and he wanted to start work now.
"Thank you, Gina, for your politeness and the cake," he said, getting up. "The cake was delicious, but I think I should begin working." He still had tons of people to meet with, after all, and eating cake wouldn't bring them... plus, she was probably a busy person as well, she was their manager, after all.
So... where was he to go now? And do what, exactly? |