The employee shook his head. “No idea. Boss went to get the car.”
Alyna looked puzzled. “Doesn’t Leo drive a sedan?”
The employee shrugged. “I’m not sure. Boss and Chunky went to pick up the boss’s girlfriend from work. They said they’d come back and grab us in a van.”
Alyna’s eyes narrowed, clearly annoyed. “Weren’t we just inviting people from the company?” She wasn’t even technically staff.
“That’s what Chunky said,” the employee replied, sounding a bit rushed. He checked his list again. “So, Alyna, are you coming or not? I need to count everyone.”
Something flickered in Alyna’s eyes. “Yeah, I’ll come.”
He scribbled her name down and hurried off to check with the others.
That evening, everyone wrapped up work early, spirits high.
Leo showed up in a big van. Anya hopped out, practically bouncing, and jumped right into a goofy little game.
Company dinners were always a good time. “Hey Chad, move over, you’re in my spot!” someone called.
Leo glanced back and stepped aside. “Careful, there’s gravel. Don’t want anyone wiping out.”
Everyone was shuffling outside, and Anya quietly stood next to her boyfriend.
Leo looked over the group and started assigning rides. “Han, you take the van to the restaurant. Chunky’s already there waiting.”
He pointed to his sedan. “Accountant, auntie, you’ll ride with me.”
The guys piled into the back of the van, and Leo took the wheel of the sedan.
Anya pressed her lips together. Chad always used that exact line whenever someone asked when he was getting married.
It was his way of promising there’d be a wedding—just not right away.
But the auntie had totally missed the point.
“Auntie, it’s not that my girl is demanding a house or anything. That’s on me. I just think, if you want to get married, you should at least be able to stand on your own two feet. I don’t want to be mooching off my parents,” Leo said, wanting to clear things up for Anya.
“Oh, I get it. That makes sense, Leo. But you know, most families help out nowadays,” the auntie went on, drifting into stories about her own family.
Alyna piped up, “Auntie, these days, most people build their careers first and think about marriage later.”
“That’s not always the best way,” the auntie said. “Alyna, you and the boss are the same age, right? You should put some thought into your love life, too. A career’s important, but so is marriage.”

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