Belated Fate (Elizabeth Olsen x Fem!Reader)

Chapter 4. Be my... assistant

Y/n's POV:

The weekend went by pretty quick and now I'm getting ready to go to work again. As I sit at the table having breakfast, today it's a couple of sandwiches and coffee, I think about the same things that I spent the last two days on. It was quite debilitating, so now I feel like a squeezed lemon.

The only thing I realized during this time is that I don't want and I'm not ready to cut Elizabeth out of my life. Why should I sacrifice her presence in it, if I can just learn to control my emotions and enjoy being friends with her? With these thoughts, I finish my breakfast, put on my shoes, grab my car keys and leave the apartment.

I have no idea what to expect from today. Will I meet her at work since we don't see each other there often? How should I act while being with her? I'll probably just be myself, it's the best option I have. All of this once again distracted me, and I even almost drove through a red light.

Elizabeth's POV:

I didn't get enough sleep at all. Surprisingly, it's not even because of my fiance's snoring, I just spent the whole night thinking about my position in life and why I'm constantly doing something to please someone. I don't know what I really want and what I lack in life. I get confused in my feelings and desires, not understanding which of them are really mine, and which of them are imposed on me by society and my family.

Boyd has already left for a meeting with potential investors, and I need to go to the company now, get some important papers and print out some contracts. I hate having breakfast in the morning, so I just drink a glass of water, put on my favorite suit and some makeup, and drive to the LinCorp.

After thirty minutes, I'm already heading to my office, which is located on the 22th floor of a huge building and almost at the very end of a spacious corridor. I quickly walk towards it in order to take the necessary things and quickly finish my today's business.

As I pass Y/n's office that has huge transparent glass, I involuntarily slow down to look at her. It has already become my habit, which she doesn't even suspect about. She's sitting casually at her desk, bending one leg with her foot placed on the armchair, staring at the laptop monitor and smiling broadly over something. "She's probably watching Tiktok again" I think to myself smirking at her cute light-heartedness and walking to my office.

Having found all the necessary papers and a USB flash drive with documents that need to be printed, I discovered that my printer still doesn't work, although I've instructed my assistant to call the master a long time ago. I already hate this day, feeling myself boiling with irritation because of such trifle.

I have no choice but to go to the common room; there is another printer and I really hope it works. I grab the flash drive, my papers and walk there, glancing at Y/n while passing by her office. I insert the flash drive into the computer, press the print button and thank god everything works perfectly. Until one moment. The device abruptly emits some unpleasant creaky sound and stops working. I look at half-printed documents that are stuck in the machine and can't believe my eyes. Someone must have cursed me.

Y/n's POV:

I ended up on her Instagram page again. Scrolling through the feed, I stumble upon a photo of her with an incredibly cute cat. I adore cats, especially red ones and this picture just makes me drown in cuteness. Subconsciously my mouth forms a wide smile and I swear it starts to happen too often for my liking. Feeling someone's eyes on me, I slowly raise my head, but I can't find anyone outside the glass, so I just shrug it off and continue minding my business.

A few minutes later, I'm overtaken by an irresistible desire to drink some coffee, so I head to the common room, where the coffee machine is located. Inhaling an incredible smell of freshly brewed drink, I'm about to head back to my office when I hear a muffled thump and someone's cursing. I turn my head in the direction of the source of the sound and see Elizabeth with a desperate look on her face.