The elevator doors slid close. “It means you’re a stone faced robot,” she laughed before clamping her hands across her mouth as she realized what she had said.

　　“A stone faced robot?” he chuckled in amusement, raising a questioning brow at her.

　　“I’m so sorry, sir,” she apologized, “I wasn’t thinking.”

　　‘Not again.’ He thought in annoyance at the formal tone she was using.

　　“You don’t have to apologize,” he ...