Raelle's fingers finally stopped typing and she stretched her body. Right at this moment, Cloe entered, "Chief, you're finally done?"

"Weren't you gonna have dinner with your colleagues this evening?" inquired Raelle as she put everything back to it's original place, cleaned up her desk, and stood up.

"Yes, but I couldn't leave without you so they all left without me," informed Cloe with a bitter tone.

"Oh? So, it's your birthday but they are enjoying dinner with my ...