Sereia's POV
I eyed him as I sorted through the files.
For some reason, I can't figure him out. It's like there isn't a romantic bone in his body.
His eyes were glued to the computer screen as he typed at the speed of light.
"You can sort them in your office you know," he repeated for the fourth time in an hour.
He really does not want me in here with him.
"I know, but I want to be close to you," I attempted to flirt.
He immediately stopped typing and turned his head to me. "Excuse me?"
I smiled. "To ask you which accounts you would like to keep, silly."
"Oh," he simply said before returning his attention to his computer.
"I do enjoy your company though," I lied. "You're really fun to be around."
He ignored me as he continued to type.
"When I was researching the company, you really stood out to me," I told him. "I love how you were able to take over the company at my age."
I finally grabbed his attention when he looked at me.
I smiled, but he sighed.
"Ms. Sinclair, please keep the chatter to a minimum. I need to concentrate. If you have any questions about the account you may interrupt me then."
I gritted my teeth when he looked on his computer screen again.
This is not why I worked my ass off in school.
A mere clerk could do the job he's given me.
Ten more minutes of silence passed between us before I found an account I wasn't sure about.
"Sir," I got up and walked to his desk.
I leaned over, ensuring my perked cleavage was calculated placed in his face. "Do you want to keep this one?"
His eyes moved directly from the screen to the paper.
He didn't even give me a glance.
His eyebrows furrowed as he clearly examined the file.
"You can keep it," he said as he handed me the file.
Just when he was about to return his gaze to the computer screen, I purposely dropped the file.
He watched me with a blank expression and I giggled.
"How clumsy of me," I said before bending over to pick it up.
I could feel the cold air against my ass and I hoped that this was the last time I had to do something as ridiculous as this.
I looked over my shoulder and he wasn't even looking. He had already returned his attention to his screen.
Frustration surged through my body.
Was he doing this on purpose or was he just bad at picking up clues?
I bit my tongue as I stood up straight.
"I'm going to take a five-minute break," I tried my best to mask my anger but he didn't move a muscle.
Did he even hear what I said?
"Sir?" I called out to him and he finally turned to attention to me.
"Huh?" he asked and I lost it.
I dropped the file on his desk before storming out.
I can't comprehend how someone as successful as he is could make it this far while being so socially unaware.
He's only concerned with himself and the things that are associated with him.
How in the world did Olivia manage to charm him?
I must find a way because I'm running out of options.
I can't expose her because she'll quickly bury any negative information about her and I can't charm him because he's incapable of picking up hints.
My mind was so overpowered by my thoughts that I crashed into someone.
"Sorry," I muttered before I looked up to see Blake smiling down at me.
"Wow, just the person I wanted to see," he exclaimed and I really was not in the mood to fake a smile.
"Why?"
He titled his head. "Not in a good mood, cutie?"
"I'm fine," I told him as I tried to forget about the frustration his boss caused me a minute ago. "Are you here for me?"
He nodded. "I am. I can't get you out of my mind."
Now I've already forgotten about Mr. What's-his-name.
"Is that true?" I asked and he nodded.
"How does dinner with me sound?" he asked.
"That sounds wonderful," I said. "Although I hope this is dinner as friends."
I neither liked him nor had any intentions of pursuing romantic connections with anyone.
I only had one goal and that was to see the downfall of Olivia.
I couldn't care any less about my own happiness. I just wanted Violet to have some justice.
He smiled even brighter. "Ah, you want a slow burn with me. I love it."
I shook my head. "You're such a flirt."
Unlike his boss.
Elliot is a married man. I would be concerned if he was walking around flirting with others.
But his loyalty to Olivia doesn't help me.
I wonder if he would leave her if I told him what she did to my sister.
He would never believe me.
She would lie and he would choose to believe his wife over some random woman he'd known for only a week.
"Only for you," he winked.
Maybe after achieving my goal, I'll give Blake a chance.
As of right now, he was not convincing enough to get me to stray away from my goal.
If I could get Elliot to believe me about what Olivia did to Violet I know that I could finally get justice.
He's the only person who could allow her downfall.
I need to gain his trust.
"So tomorrow at seven?" he asked and I picked up a pen from a nearby desk.
I took his arm and wrote my number on it.
"Text me the address," I smiled as I turned around and headed back to Elliot's office.
I can't give up on him so easily. He is the key to everything.
I burst through the doors of my boss' office with a bright smile on my face.
He was back to typing, but that didn't fade the smile on my face.
I grabbed the file I left on his desk before happily returning to my corner.
The box was almost halfway through, so I'll soon be finished with repaying my debt.
"You're back," he broke the silence for the first time.
"Mmm," I simply hummed as I scanned through a new folder.
"Why'd you storm out?" he asked as he finally turned away from his computer.
I locked my eyes with him. "I needed a break."
His eyes scanned my face and I expected him to question me further or give me a 'warning' for walking out without his permission.
"Okay," he surprisingly said before returning to his computer for the hundredth time.
For somebody who can hire anyone to do anything he requires, he really does work hard.
Not even the CEO of my first job worked as hard as him.
Elliot had been the heir to this company since he was born. In fact, his whole existence is probably just to be in charge of this place.
He doesn't need to work hard, but he surprisingly does either way.
His moody self somewhat cares for his employees from the mere fact that his wife is terrified of him finding out how she treats them.
I closed the folder and placed it in the discarded pile.
"You should really get these digitalized," I suggested to him.
"That's your next job," he said and I closed my eyes so that I didn't glare at him.
I'm beginning to think that he has no idea what my job description is.
...
He checked his watch. "You should clock out now."
"What?" I asked as I stared at the twenty remaining files.
I could be finished with these in no time.
"It's well past working hours, new girl."
When is he going to stop calling me that?
"I'll be done in about an hour or two."
I can't go home. I'll be left to deal with my thoughts.
Last night I got so high that I forgot how to walk.
I ended up crawling around my bedroom.
He shook his head. "I don't allow my employees to walk past a certain amount of hours."
"You can just pay me overtime," I smiled as he walked to me and closed the box.
"You can finish them tomorrow."
His assertive tone made sure I knew that this was not up for debate.
I nodded as I stood up.
It was a good try.
His hand pointed to the door. "You may leave."
Why is he so hard to crack?
"Have a good evening sir," I smiled and he simply nodded his head.
I'm never gaining his trust.