Blimey, My Kid's the Heir to the Billionaire Boss!
Chapter 30 Delivering food, encountered Ronan

The restaurants on the list were the crème de la crème of Newark's culinary scene, the kind where one needed to book a table a month in advance. How on earth was she supposed to get her hands on their specialties in just thirty minutes? Micah was clearly playing a prank on her, trying to make a fool out of her!

"By the way..." Andrew added, turning back with a sly smile, "If breakfast isn't delivered within half an hour, you'll be scrubbing toilets in the Cleaning Department tomorrow." Sadie itched to ball her fists and shout, "I quit!"

The words were on the tip of her tongue, but they remained stuck in her throat.

Just then, Micah glided into the elevator, spun around with an effortless grace, and a mischievous smirk tugged at the corner of his lips.

"I..." Sadie could barely squeeze out a word before the elevator doors slid shut. She squeezed her eyes shut, gritted her teeth, and cursed her own lack of backbone. "Sadie, Sadie!" David's voice cut through her frustrated thoughts. "Are you alright?"

"I'm fine," Sadie replied, her face a canvas of distress. "I shouldn't have agreed to fetch breakfast for that evil man."

"Evil man? You mean Mr. Clemens?" David's tone turned anxious. "Watch what you say; you don't want others to hear that. You're finished if they do. Don't ever call him that again."

"What do I do now?" Sadie was at her wit's end, teetering on the brink of tears. "Getting those items within half an hour is an impossibility."

"I've never even heard of those dishes." David sympathized, looking at her with kind eyes. "I've never dined at such high-end places either. We usually eat at the restaurant on the 7th floor."

"There's a restaurant on the seventh floor too?" Surprise colored Sadie's voice. "I used to eat at the employee cafeteria on the 21st floor."

"The 7th floor has a French restaurant, while the 21st floor's cafeteria offers Italian cuisine. You all prefer the 21st floor for the view. I don't mind; the 7th floor is closer..."

"I know what to do," Sadie said, rushing toward the elevator-she had only half an hour, and every second counted.

She beelined to the 7th floor and asked the chef there to prepare oysters and tuna ceviche. Then, she dashed to the 21st floor for maple Dijon BLT sliders and coffee.

She had managed to get everything on Andrew's list, and she was sure that evil man wouldn't be able to tell the difference!

With 21 minutes gone and only nine remaining, Sadie sprinted towards the elevator with the food. As she pressed the button, she realized her security badge didn't grant access to the 66th floor. She recalled how Malcolm had helped her swipe his card when she was sent to clean the pool on the 68th floor yesterday.

What should she do now?

There had been plenty of time, but now she was running behind.

Sadie wanted to ask Malcolm for help, but remembering how he had been avoiding her, she feared it would be futile.

She tried pressing other buttons and discovered her card could only reach the 48th floor.

Quickly, she swiped her card for the 48th floor, then, with the breakfast in hand, she took to the stairs, unwilling to waste another moment.

From the 48th to the 66th floor-eighteen floors in all.

Despite her cold, Sadie gritted her teeth and climbed, her legs shaking and sweat dripping from her forehead. With sheer determination, she made it to the 66th floor with only a minute to spare.

As she emerged from the stairwell into the hallway, her legs nearly buckled, and she nearly stumbled at the entrance to the meeting room.

Fortunately, a pair of strong, steady hands caught her from behind at that critical moment.

"Thank you..." Gasping for breath, the utterly spent Sadie turned around and came face to face with a familiar visage.

Her heart skipped a beat, and she stood there, rooted to the spot.

Ronan was taken aback the moment he saw Sadie. His normally graceful smile froze on his handsome face.

"Mr. Potter!" the bodyguard behind him whispered urgently.

Only then did Ronan snap out of it, quickly releasing her and taking a half-step back.

The gesture cut Sadie deeply. Her mind raced, and tears threatened to spill from her eyes.

Feeling Ronan's gaze on her, Sadie became flustered and awkward. She clutched the takeout bag tightly in one hand, frantically wiping her face with the other, and tried to tidy her disheveled hair.