Chapter 2 Wait for You
602 Words
With that, Asher rose to his feet, straightened his clothes, and walked towards the outside. "Let me know your decision when you're ready. I'll wait for you at the office."
He was sure that Eleanor would go with the first option. Actually, she was stuck with the first one.
Asher was confident in his prediction, thinking that Eleanor had little choice but to accept his terms.
As the door closed behind him, the room fell into a heavy silence. Eleanor sat on the bed, clutching the sheets tightly, sobbing.
Asher's assistant, Roy, had been waiting at the door. Upon seeing Asher, he bowed and said respectfully, "Mr. Anderson."
Asher's smile gradually vanished. He replied curtly, "Back to the office."
"Yes, sir," Roy said deferentially.
Half an hour later, Eleanor came out of the bathroom after showering.
At that time, there was a knock on the door. She opened it and saw a hotel staff member holding a bag. "Hello, Miss. These are the clothes Mr. Anderson requested for you."
The attire Eleanor wore last night was no longer wearable, lying in disarray beside the bed.
Eleanor accepted the bag with a quiet thanks, closed the door, and took out the clothes.
The sizes were perfect, and there was even underwear.
Eleanor got changed expressionlessly. Then, she picked up her phone and the card on the table and made her way to the street to hail a taxi. Half an hour later, she arrived at the company.
Without hesitation, she took the elevator to Asher's office on the top floor.
The Anderson family had two sons who were both heirs to the Anderson Group. Asher was in charge of the real estate industry of the group, while his half-brother Clyde Anderson was responsible for the media industry under the Group.
The two were evenly matched, but Asher had gained the upper hand in recent years.
Eleanor was two hours late for work.
The chime of the elevator bell jolted her from her wandering thoughts. With a deep breath, she pasted on her customary soft smile when she stepped out.
Back in the secretary's office, Eleanor settled into her workspace. Mila, another secretary, glanced over, her tone dripping with sarcasm and jealousy, "Eleanor, the ever-diligent, now graces us with her presence. Now, tell me, what's the occasion for your tardiness? Did the party last night exhaust you out?"
She deliberately emphasized the word "exhaust" as if she had confirmed that Eleanor had hooked up with a man the previous night.
Eleanor never took her words to heart, but today was different. After all, what had happened last night had left her in no mood for such ridicule.
She said evenly, "I was quite tired. Feel free to ask Mr. Anderson to take you there next time."
Eleanor hit a nerve, and Mila bristled, her retort sharp, "Eleanor! Don't get cocky! You just went out with Mr. Anderson a few times. What's the big deal?!"
Another secretary, Emily, rolled her eyes and spoke up for Eleanor, "Then go with them next time."
Mila shouted, "Emily!"
Just then, Asher's chief secretary, Venessa, also their superior, walked in. Upon hearing their voices, she immediately frowned and asked, "What are you arguing about?"
Eleanor and Emily didn't respond, while Mila blushed with anger.
Venessa ignored her and said to Eleanor, "Mr. Anderson wants to see you."
Eleanor froze for a moment, then quickly returned to normal and responded, "Okay."
Hearing Venessa's words, Mila glared at Eleanor with a gloomier look.
Unfazed, Venessa nodded slightly and returned to her seat, her gaze thoughtful as she watched Eleanor walk out.
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