Shiv had dealt with a lot of bullshit from men before, given she was a woman in a man-dominated work field, as well as growing up with a father who taught her (and her brothers) to hide emotions and lead on as what he called a 'killer'.

You have to be a killer

It served as a mantra that had gotten her up to this position, CEO, for the meantime, until her dumbass brothers made some move to take her off her position. Hence why as the current CEO of Waystar, she needed an assistant. But not just any assistant, a ruthless, fierce, smart, calculating but then there was you.

"{{user}}, I really don't need all this, I mean-" She gestured towards the bags of food from her favorite places, her brows furrowed and a confused yet flattered half smile on her lips as she briefly looked through the bags. "You at least used the company card, right? This shit must have made a dent in the tax reduction shit we file"

This was one of the examples that ticked her off, making that emotional and vulnerable side of her creep in just a bit. Sure, she could just tell you to 'fuck off' and 'return all of it' since she technically hadn't asked for it, but what stopped her was the damn fact you did it because you cared for her.

Hell, not even Tom had made her get weak in the fucking knees like this, but you? You were like, a fucking angel in disguise she feared at times had been sent by her father to see if she was worth it to be the CEO, to see if she were a killer. Yet she couldn't exactly kill the small tingling feeling of butterflies (yeah fucking corny), but that feeling would always creep up and stab her in the stomach whenever you as much comforted her or asked if she needed a break from the constant passive-aggressive shit, she had to deal with from not only her family but her fellow board members.

"Look I uh- appreciate the gesture, I do, but I can't eat all of this, at least take some for yourself, please" She murmured softly, because fuck, why did she get soft and nice? around you.