"Translator Bennett." Isla had just walked back into the office when someone called out to her.
This is supposed to be break time. Did someone catch us?
She turned to find Bradley smiling at her like a doting uncle.
"Bradley, everything okay?"
Bradley glanced around, then leaned in close, dropping his voice. "Isla, do you have a minute for that whole 'gift for the boss' arrangement?"
"Now?" Isla asked quietly.
"Yep."
"Sure." Isla nodded, best to get this sorted quickly. "Give me a second to drop my bag."
"Take your time," Bradley said, hands folded behind his back, still radiating that same benevolent smile.
Isla dropped her bag off fast and hurried back.
Following Bradley to his office, she spotted several exquisite porcelain vases lined up on his desk, some brightly patterned,
