The sound of applause could still be heard clearly.
Eloise felt her legs grow weak. Especially now, when all the office employees down there were looking straight at her.
Yes, right at her.
But the only direction Eloise could see was the two eyeballs of the man, Simon Basset.
"Are you crazy, Phil?" Simon held a snarl at the edge of his lips. "How could you write something like that?"
Phillip laughed. He even laughed quite loudly, not really expecting that Eloise would be the one to take his paper.
"It's amazing, isn't it, Basset?" Phillip asked back. "Don't you think that everything is fate?"
To hell with fate. That wasn't what Simon wanted to talk about right now. The thought of him and Eloise being in the same place tonight already made him feel awkward.
How should he greet Elois
