Or worse, he'd grill them about why they needed a new bed.

What would they say then?

Morrison nodded, agreeing with what Laura said.

He was a man of action at work but clueless otherwise.

They were ducking behind the cabinet.

After a while, they felt that the colleague had left, so they emerged, continuing to select the bed.

They selected one quickly and then placed the order.

Just when they were about to bail, someone shouted, “Hey, Mr. Armstrong?"

Laura froze.

Hearing this familiar voice, it must be Colin who was calling them.

"Do I have to answer that?" Morrison looked at Laura for help.

"Well..." Laura was totally rendered speechless now.

Everybody knew Morrison in the team.

Even if he didn't turn around, would Colin not recognize him?

Morrison was sharp when it came to work stuff.

So why was he acting so dense?

Morrison muttered, “Didn't we agree we shouldn't be seen? I'm ignoring him. Come on, let's scram!"

He tugged Laura along.

Actually, he could frankly turn around and say hello to Colin.

They had got the bed sorted anyway.