Room for You
Chapter 142
Chapter 142
In her dreams, Anastasia gave her mother her word. By the time she opened her eyes again, it was already dawn.
As she went to the front of a mirror, she saw that her slightly swollen eyes had turned visibly more haggard.
After dropping her son off at school, she went to work. The moment she entered the elevator, two women in front of her intentionally spoke in loud voices. “Hey! Wasn’t there a trophy in the display case before? Why is it missing?”
“I heard that it was returned. It was awarded under pretenses so great that someone felt too ashamed to accept it!”
“My, if it were me, I wouldn’t even leave the house, let alone come to work!’
“Would you both like a loudspeaker so that you can make yourselves heard?” Anastasia asked them.
Both of them glanced at her. “Ah, Miss Tillman, we didn’t say who we were talking about! Are you admitting it was you?”
e talking about someone else. Don’t misunderstand us now. Miss Tillman.”
“My apologies, Miss Tillman,” the woman apologized in a fake manner despite having clearly done it on purpose.
After huffing, Anastasia walked to her office. Grace had already tidied it up for her and even poured her a cup of coffee.
At ten in the morning, Felicia held a department meeting.
A somewhat listless Anastasia took her seat and played with her pen. The noisy conference room suddenly became so quiet that she could have heard a pin drop.
As she jerked her head up, she saw Elliot’s tall, handsome figure coming in through the conference room door. He hadn’t been to the meetings in several days and she had no idea why he was here now.
Nonetheless, she lowered her head down again in her reluctance to pay any attention to him.
As he pulled out a chair and sat down next to Anastasia, Felicia greeted respectfully, “Good morning, President Presgrave.”
“Let’s begin,” Elliot uttered in a low voice as he looked at the woman next to him. Anastasia looked like she had a lot on her mind.
Then, Felicia suddenly called her name. “Anastasia.”
Buried deep in her own thoughts, Anastasia failed to respond and everyone stared at her in astonishment. How bold she had to be to space out so completely even with Elliot sitting next to her!
“Anastasia, do you hear me?” Felicia raised her voice.
Abruptly, Anastasia came back to her senses and realized that she was being called. She quickly— nodded. “Oh! Please proceed, Director Evans.”
“We just received a private custom order. The client has expressly asked for you to design her a set of jewelry. You should be fine with that, shouldn’t you?”
Since Anastasia lacked money at the moment, she didn’t hesitate to nod. “Of course.”
Meanwhile, seated opposite Anastasia was Alice, who kept lowering the collar of her blouse in such a manner that her blouse was becoming out of shape. With intent, she directed her cleavage toward Elliot.