Connor's POV
I laugh, at the other man's words, the sound still foreign to my ears after so long not even cracking a smile.
‘He had some guy called Mr Eglaise on the phone when I was waiting’ I admit.
Harrison gives an amused nod, ‘yeah, he’s new to the company . . he hadn’t had contact with Elijah before.’
The door behind us opens after a quick knock, Elijah stepping in and placing two cups of coffee on the table before straightening up and glaring at his boss.
‘Anything else? Or can I go back to scrubbing the floors with a toothbrush in my rags?’ he asks.
The other man shakes his head, picking up his mug and taking a sip, ‘no, thank you Elijah’ he replies.
The receptionist nods before turning toward me, ‘it took me months to train him to say thank you, am I going to have the same
