One Night Stand With A Billionaire Stranger

Chapter Four: A Glimpse Of The Past

As Elora settled into her new role, she began to realize that her direct boss, Mrs. Ann, was not as pleasant as she seemed. Mrs. Ann was the CEO's personal assistant, and she wielded her power with an iron fist.

Elora tried to brush it off, telling herself that she needed the job and that she would eventually win Mrs. Ann over. But as the days turned into weeks, Elora found herself growing increasingly frustrated and demoralized. She began to wonder if she had made a huge mistake by taking the job.

One day, Elora was sitting at her desk, trying to meet the impossible deadline that Mrs. Ann had given her. She was typing away on her computer, her eyes scanning the documents in front of her.

Just as she was getting into the zone, Mrs. Ann appeared at her desk, a frown on her face.

"Elora, I need you to redo this report," Mrs. Ann said, her voice dripping with disdain. "It's not up to standards."

Elora felt a surge of frustration. "I've been working on this report all day, Mrs. Ann. I've followed all the guidelines and-"

"I don't pay you to think, Elora," Mrs. Ann interrupted. "I pay you to do what I tell you to do, and I pay you well! Now, redo the report and have it on my desk in an hour."

Elora felt a sting from Mrs. Ann's words. "Yes, M’am," she said, trying to keep her cool.

As Mrs. Ann walked away, Elora let out a deep sigh. She felt like she was being treated like a slave, not an employee. She wondered how much more of this she could take.

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It had been a long day, and Elora was exhausted. Mrs. Ann had been piling on the work all day, and Elora had barely had time to grab a sandwich for lunch. Now, as the clock ticked past 7 pm, Elora was still stuck at her desk, typing away on her computer.

Just as she was starting to think that she would never get out of there, Elora heard the sound of footsteps coming from the hallway. She looked up to see Alexander Grey, the CEO, walking towards her.

Elora's eyes widened in surprise. What was he doing here? She thought everyone had gone home for the day.

Alexander's eyes scanned the room, taking in the empty desks and the quiet atmosphere. Then, his gaze landed on Elora, and he stopped dead in his tracks.

For a moment, they just stared at each other, the only sound heard was the hum of the computers. Elora felt a shiver run down her spine as Alexander's eyes seemed to bore into her soul, Elora felt her heart racing, her palms growing sweaty.

"Who are you?" Alexander asked, his voice low and husky.

Elora swallowed hard. "I'm Elora, sir. I work in marketing."

Alexander's eyes narrowed. "I didn't know anyone was still working," he said, his voice dripping with disapproval.

Elora felt a surge of fear. Was she in trouble? "Mrs. Ann asked me to stay late and finish some reports," she explained.

Alexander's expression turned cold. "I'll speak to Mrs. Ann about this," he said. "You can go home now."

Elora nodded, feeling a mix of relief and anxiety as she packed up her things. As she headed for the door, Alexander spoke up.

"Let me give you a ride home," he offered.

Elora declined initially, but Alexander insisted. "It's late, and it's not safe for you to be walking alone," he said.

Elora hesitated, then nodded.

"Oh, and by the way, I should quickly pick up the document I came here for," Alexander said, walking over to the filing cabinet.

Elora nodded, watching as he pulled out a folder and flipped through the pages.

As they drove to her place, the silence was oppressive. Elora tried to break the ice, but Alexander's responses were monosyllabic. She gave up trying to make conversation, and they spent the rest of the drive in silence.

But Elora's mind was not entirely on the awkwardness of the situation. She couldn't help but sneak glances at the luxurious interior of Alexander's car. It was a custom-built, extended-wheelbase Maybach S650, with plush leather seats, a panoramic sunroof, and a dashboard that seemed to be made of solid chrome. The soft glow of the instrument panel cast a warm light on Alexander's features, making him look even more handsome than he had looked in the office.

The Maybach's V12 engine hummed smoothly as Alexander drove through the streets, its sleek, black body gliding effortlessly through the night. Elora felt a little bit of embarrassment at her own reaction. She was not the type of person to be impressed by fancy cars and rich guys. But there was something about Alexander's aura that seemed to exude power and sophistication, and Elora couldn't help but feel a little intimidated.

"We're here," Elora said, her voice barely above a whisper. Alexander nodded, his eyes fixed on the building.

"Thank you for the ride," Elora added, opening the door and stepping out onto the sidewalk. "You're welcome," Alexander replied, his voice low and smooth. His eyes narrowed slightly as he watched her walk away

As Alexander drove away from Elora's apartment, he couldn't shake off the feeling that he knew her from somewhere. But he couldn't quite put his finger on it. Then, he caught a whiff of her perfume lingering in his car. The scent of her perfume, a subtle blend of citrus and floral notes, was unmistakable. It was the same fragrance that had lingered on his skin and clothes the morning after the encounter with the lady he met at the bar.

As he thought back to that night, he also remembered the delicate silver bracelet she had worn. It was a simple yet elegant design that had caught his eye. Now, he realized that he had seen that same bracelet on her wrist when he dropped Elora off.

Something about the smell and the memory of the bracelet triggered his memory. He remembered the way she smiled, and the way she looked at him. And then, it hit him - Elora was the woman from the bar, the one he had a one-night stand with. Alexander's eyes widened in shock as he came to this realization.