Eric gestured toward the crinkled brown bag on her desk. "What's that?"
"This?" The secretary fumbled to retrieve a small, glossy, sugar-coated treat. "Oh-these are candied hawthorns, sir."
"Are they any good?"
"Oh, absolutely! They're divine-perfect balance between sour and sweet. Great to go with both coffee and tea." The secretary bobbed her head with enthusiasm. "Would you like a taste?"
Eric waved off the offer with a casual flick of his hand. "No, thanks. Just tell me where you got them. Could you get a pack for me-no, make it two."
The secretary blinked, dumbfounded. "Huh?"
Was he serious? He had swooped in just to send her on an errand?
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