Aria's POV
After delegating the work, I'd planned to take the elderly couple to the parking garage, but they'd already walked out to wait by the company's main entrance.
A Mercedes-Benz Sprinter Executive Lounge was parked right outside.
Definitely major clients.
The moment I settled into the back seat, I noticed the central console was already laden with exquisite desserts. Macarons, strawberry tarts, handmade chocolates, and freshly squeezed juice just taken from the refrigerator.
"Don't be shy, Miss Smith. See which one you like. If it's not enough, we'll have them bring more." The lady's smile lines radiated affection.
I quickly waved my hands, feeling something soften inside despite myself. "That's not necessary. You two are my honored guests. I should be the one l
