Ella

Chapter 16

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David

I'm pissed and this was a very awkward situation.

Why would Dad lure me into having dinner with them.

He always made it clear that they were better without me around and the only time I have a manageable conversation with him was concerning the company.

He wasn't even paying attention to the table, all he has been doing is tapping his pad and occasionally giving a rigid glance at my celebrity PA.

I shift my eyes to Ella who is sitting between mum and Bella.

They were having a conversation about something I was uninterested in and with the way her eyes lit up I can tell she was really enjoying the discussion.

Her face flush as my mum strokes her braids in admiration of her length black shiny hair.

I'm not surprise because she does have an alluring personality even tho my father started off as an inspector.

I don't see a reason why I should be here, and I still have a lot of work to do, but I'll give Ella this moment. She has been acting all weird for some days now and today was thankfully an exception.

" Your order is ready sir " a waitress announces and I reluctantly shift my eyes back to my phone.

" You finally stopped looking at her " Bella says across the table and I narrow my eyes at her.

The rest weren't paying attention, thankfully.

" what are you saying and this was your idea wasn't it? " I accuse her.

" what do you mean? " Bella blinks in a feigned innocence.

" Don't act like you don't know what I'm talking about " I whisper.

" I don't actually "

" Then who's idea was it? "

" Mummy, Daddy and me " she grins gesturing with her index finger and I narrow my eyes at her again.

" So Ella... " my dad clears his throat and I already know I'm going to hate this evening.

" Where did you work before becoming my sons assistant? "

" Well Sir, I use to take part times. "

" why part times ? " my dad lays his tab on the table and adjusts his glasses.

" I couldn't get a job "

I glance at her from the corners of my eyes and notice as she rubs her thighs with her hands under the table. Something I know she does whenever she's nervous

" Interesting, what type of part time ? " he continues

" I had a lot of part times Sir, some times babysitting, waitress and so on " she smiles with no ounce of shame.