I'm Not Yours, Mr Billionaire

*Chapter NINETEEN*

ELSA

I entered my office and immediately began attending to the influx of emails accumulated during the meeting. As I sorted through the messages, I made a mental note of the forms and documents that required verification and sealing. Gathering the necessary paperwork, I prepared to print them out.

A gentle knock on my door interrupted my concentration, and I glanced up to find Andrew with a warm smile on his face.

"Andrew, what can I assist you with?" I inquired, curious about his unexpected visit.

"Our team received a request for a laptop to be assigned to you. Since I had some free time, I thought I would personally deliver it and check in on you," he explained. I was a bit puzzled, wondering why I needed another laptop when I was already working with my current one.

"By the way, I must say you look stunning, Miss Elsa," he said with a wink. I couldn't help but roll my eyes and laugh.

"Thank you, Mr. Manson," I said, mimicking my boss, Louis. His eyes widened in surprise, and I couldn't help but burst into laughter. My laughter was so loud and uncontrollable that I resembled the donkey from the Shrek film. I laughed so hard that my face contorted, showing all my teeth, and it wouldn't be surprising if a fly flew into my mouth and back out again.

"That's not funny, EL," Andrew remarked. He had witnessed the incident where Louis trapped me between his hands in the elevator. When Louis told Andrew to take the stairs, his expression was as if he had seen a ghost.

Since that incident, Andrew has been joking around with me, suggesting that we would make a great couple. I retaliated by saying that I would recommend him to Louis as my boyfriend.

"I find it amusing," I chuckled as he placed the MacBook Pro on my desk.

"Thanks for the compliment," I replied, smiling at him, but he just shook his head.

"It's my pleasure. See you at lunch."

"Unfortunately, I won't be able to join you for lunch today. I have a pile of emails to attend to and some important documents to gather. If you could kindly inform Sophia as well, I would appreciate it."

Sophia, the friendly receptionist whom I often bumped into during my coffee breaks, had become a close acquaintance. On one occasion, while having lunch together, we unexpectedly ran into Andrew. Since Andrew already knew Sophia, the three of us began meeting up frequently for lunch. However, today was one of those days when work took priority over my lunch break.

"Sure, I'll inform her. Do you want me to bring your lunch?" Andrew asked.

"Thank you, but I don't have time to eat. I'll let you know if I want anything," I replied before my intercom buzzed, cutting me off.

"Elsa, in my office now!" Louis bellowed. My eyes grew wide with fear, and I glanced at Andrew, who was now chuckling at my expense. He mouthed "Good luck" and left, waving goodbye.

I grabbed my notepad and the files that required Louis's signature and made my way to his office

I cautiously entered the room, meeting Louis's stern gaze. His raised eyebrows and intense expression conveyed his anger. My mouth went dry, and I swallowed nervously. With small, hesitant steps, I approached his desk.

Ever since he was assigned the 'Lykaios' project, his behaviour had taken a peculiar turn. He seemed to be in a constant state of joy, with a smile adorning his face throughout the day. Placing the files on his desk, I could feel his piercing stare fixed upon me.

"By the way, have you seen your new MacBook?"

"What?" I asked, confused by his question. He took a deep breath and let out a sigh.

"Your MacBook, did you receive it?"

"Yes, it's on my desk."

"Can you bring it?"

"Sure, I'll bring it," I replied, making my way back to my office to retrieve the item. As I entered his office, he gestured towards the Chesterfield sofa positioned directly across from his desk.

"I need you to proofread these documents and sit there," he instructed. I nodded in acknowledgement. It seemed that no matter how diligently I proofread the files he sent, he always managed to find some fault. This is the fifth revision I've made to this document, and I'm hoping he approves it without any further changes. With a hopeful mindset, I clicked the send button, silently praying for his approval.

"Elsa," his voice called out my name, causing me to roll my eyes. Here we go again. I wondered what he needed this time, but I couldn't bring myself to ask. I stood up and approached him, positioning myself next to him and glancing at his computer screen, just as I had been doing.

When he began pointing out mistakes, I carefully nodded my head and took notes of where changes were needed. Returning to my workstation, I edited the lines he had suggested changes to and eventually sent him a revised copy.

As I prepared to stand up, I anticipated that he would call out my name. I watched him standing up from his chair and taking the iPad from the table. As he approached me, he sat beside me.

"Look," he said, showing me his iPad and underlining the sentence with his pencil that needed to be changed. I started working on the errors together with him. We sat there and worked tirelessly for hours.

As I worked on those errors, my stomach growled and my fingers stopped typing. Heat rushed to my face and I wished the floor would open up and swallow me. His head snapped towards me upon hearing the sound. I pretended as if nothing had happened and continued working.

"It's past lunchtime and I know you haven't taken your lunch break since you've been with me since morning. I'll ask George to get some takeaways. What would you like to have?" My heart skipped a beat when I heard him say this. I stared at him in disbelief. I was expecting him to scold me for missing my lunch hour and forbid me from eating, but this is completely different.

"What do you want?" he asked.

"I want pizza and Coke," I replied.

"Is that all?" he questioned.

"Yes," I replied, nodding my head

"Fine," he stood up and walked towards the glass wall, where we could see the entire city and the traffic. He was on the phone, and suddenly I had a craving for some French fries. I called out to him, and he looked at me, taking his phone away from his ear.

"Yes?"

"Can I also have some French fries?"

"You mean chips?" For a moment, I was confused, and then it dawned on me that they are called chips in this country. I chuckled and nodded my head.

"Anything else?" he questioned.

"Nope, that's all for now."

Once he finished his call, we resumed working and our food arrived within half an hour. I cleared the files from the table while he placed the food. There were two salad boxes, one large pepperoni pizza, one large Coke, sandwiches, burgers, and fries.

I was surprised by the amount of food on the table. He must have a huge appetite to eat all of this!

"Shall we?"

"Yes."

We both ate in silence. It felt quite awkward for me. I usually engage in conversation with the person next to me or watch something while eating. Eating quietly like this is not my style. Maybe this is how he prefers to eat. Let's finish our meal and get back to work, El.

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