Elliot cast his gaze on the Red Hair who stood in front of him, wearing a serious look, surprisingly her lenses on her face encasing her blue eyes.
"I want to speak to you," she requested.
He relaxed against his chair knowing what she wants to say or speak about as she referred, he would rather say nothing to her. Nothing she says would change his mind. Keeping mute at her request he turned his focus on the files in front of him.
Abigail closed the door behind her and trudged further inside.
"Mr Elliot?" she called once more, hoping he turns his focus to her but he remained the same, infuriating her. She took fast strides to his desk, and he felt her palm resting on his wrist preventing him from further flipping the pages. Her soft palm remained on his hand, with it resting on his wris
