Chapter 3 You'll Beg Me
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There was a knock on Asher's office door.
"Come in," he said in a deep voice.
Eleanor stepped inside, her attire crisp and professional: a white blouse paired with a khaki sheath dress that highlighted her nice curves.
With a blank expression, she bowed slightly and addressed him, "Mr. Anderson."
She looked like an emotionless robot, a mask that shielded her real emotions.
Asher glanced at her lazily and asked, "Have you decided?"
Actually, he didn't need to ask at all. Her appearance in his office had suggested her answer already.
Eleanor said, "Yes. I'll pretend that nothing happened last night. I trust you will extend the same courtesy, Mr. Anderson."
Asher sneered, "Are you sure?"
Eleanor lowered her head slightly and stared at the floor. "Yes, Mr. Anderson."
Asher stared at her for a few seconds, then smiled teasingly, "You will come to me and beg me, eventually."
Eleanor realized he was implying something, feeling inexplicably flustered. After a few seconds, she said, "Mr. Anderson, if nothing else, I'll go back to my work."
Asher stopped her. "Hold on. Come with me to the party tonight."
Eleanor frowned but finally agreed, "Yes, Mr. Anderson."
Asher gazed at her meaningfully and said, "You are dismissed."
"Yes, sir," Eleanor replied.
When she returned to her desk, Emily whispered while Venessa went to submit the documents, "Did Mr. Anderson ask you to go to the party with him tonight?"
Eleanor confirmed with a nod.
Emily sighed, "I must admit, I'm envious. You've been to parties with Mr. Anderson several times, but I have only been there once. And I heard that tonight's party was a welcome home celebration for the lady of the York family. Mr. Anderson and Ms. York are childhood sweethearts. Everyone says that she's being positioned as the future Mrs. Anderson."
Emily was talking about Sofia York, who was very capable and known as the only heir to the York Group in her generation.
When Eleanor heard the name, a biting chill slowly rose in her eyes, but it quickly faded away.
Failing to notice her emotional changes, Emily continued, "But you have to be careful of her. It is said that Ms. York is possessive and can't stand any woman who appears around Mr. Anderson."
Eleanor said, "I see. Thank you."
Emily waved her hand and said, "No problem. Oops, duty calls. I'll see you later."
"See you," Eleanor echoed. Once alone, she saw the headline in the financial news section, saying that Sofia had returned from abroad.
She clicked on it and saw a photo of Sofia, who looked pretty, arrogant, and aggressive.
In the photo, there was a familiar figure beside her. It was Asher's assistant, Roy.
Eleanor sneered inwardly, managing so hard to suppress the hatred that was about to burst out of her chest.
*****
The night fell.
The party was held at Oasis Hotel, the most luxurious and famous hotel in Washington.
Eleanor, dressed in the same business suit, followed Asher two steps behind silently with Roy.
The party was more like a gathering for wealthy men and emerging entrepreneurs from the entire city.
Those people, of course, didn't come for Sofia's sake but used the event as an opportunity for networking and deal-making.
"Asher!"
Sofia's voice came before she appeared, her manners not as aggressive as usual when facing Asher.
It was just that the delicate and cute look she wore was somewhat out of her character.
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