Chapter 426 – Finding the Secret Daddy for My Baby Novel

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However, as it was against the rules to employ members of the Presgraves’ extended family, Elliot had no choice but to reject her job application. He decided that he would personally recommend her to some other company instead.

Seeing the number she had written at the very top of her resume, he grabbed his phone and called her.

“Hello?” Lorelai greeted on the other line.

“Hey, Lorelai, it’s Elliot here. I just saw your resume and I believe an analyst job is far beneath your capabilities,” he said in a gravelly tone.

Lorelai said earnestly, “Elliot, if you’ve read my resume, you would know that I don’t care about the job as much as I do about getting into your company.”

“I can recommend you to another company that happens to be hiring, and I think you’d be a good fit for the job,” Elliot said firmly.

She paused for a few seconds before pressing, “I’m actually in the area right now. Is it okay if I head to your office for a quick chat, Elliot? I don’t think I’ve ever seen it in person before.”

Prepared to talk her into taking up the job at the other company, he replied, “Alright then. Come on over.” They were family, after all, and he figured there was no harm in letting her up to his office for a brief, friendly conversation.

Meanwhile, Lorelai was checking her reflection in the restroom mirror in one of the nearby cafes. She evaluated her face from all angles underneath the white light. When she was satisfied with the way she looked alongside her delicately applied make-up, she straightened her white blouse and her tight-fitting skirt, then flipped her long hair over her shoulders. For a finishing touch, she gave herself a light spritz of perfume and finally walked out.

Subsequently, she pulled up outside the main entrance of Presgrave Group. She was more than familiar with the company since her father had a friend who worked here as well. When she called the receptionist earlier, she made no mention of Elliot whatsoever.

She went into the elevator, and the receptionist who escorted her left as soon as they reached the designated floor. Seeing this, Lorelai hurried into another available elevator and made her way up to the presidential office.

Rey was already waiting for her, and when she arrived, he said, “This way please, Miss Presgrave.”

Lorelai nodded and followed him into the spacious office, which she thought was only charming because of its owner.

“Elliot,” she greeted warmly when she saw the man on the couch.

“Oh, good, you’re here. Have a seat,” Elliot said, gesturing toward the matching couch across from him.

“This place is humungous, and that view outside is absolutely stunning!” She was never one to hold back on compliments, and the words flowed smoothly off her tongue as she flashed him a smile.

Elliot handed her a docket of information and said, “That’s the financial company I was telling you about. The president happens to be a friend of mine. I already put in a word for you, and he said you could start working immediately without having to go through an interview.”

“You pulled strings for me? Wow, I’m honored!” she exclaimed. Taking the docket, she leafed through the company profile and the position they were offering her, then looked up with bright eyes as she asked, “They’re going to make me supervisor?”

He nodded. “You’re qualified for it.”

“That’s so nice of you to say,” Lorelai said with a sweet smile, admiration glittering in her eyes.

Elliot’s gaze fell upon the document on the coffee table as he said, “You can start work next Monday.”

Secing that you’ve done me such a huge favor, I don’t see how I can turn down the offer, Elliot. It’s so nice of you to put in a good word for me. Shall I buy you lunch as thanks for the recommendation?” Lorelai asked, sliding the lunch invitation in as naturally as she could.

Elliot wasted no time in rejecting her politely, “No, thank you. I have something else planned for noon. Maybe next time.”

“Well, when exactly is next time?” She was not going to give up on spending time alone with him..

“It depends,” he answered vaguely. He had no plans on accepting her gratitude. “I’ll let you know when I have the time.”

“Really? I’ll hold you to that,’ she said cheerily, flirting subtly as she backed off. She knew that pressing him further would only irritate him, or worse, make him suspicious of her. Nevertheless, she did not leave the office after that and merely fanned herself so that the faint fragrance of her perfume would waft over in his direction. “By the way, I’m at little parched from rushing over here. Could I have a cup of tea, please?”

Realizing this, he turned to address Rey, “Go fetch two cups of tea.”

When the assistant left the office, Lorelai rose from the couch and walked insouciantly over to the glass wall, basking herself in the afternoon sunlight that spilled generously into the office. She knew her years of toning her figure in the gym had rendered her completely irresistible to men, especially her cinched waist and her subtle curves which inspired most of their scandalous thoughts.

If Elliot was looking at her, or even daring a glimpse, it would be more than enough for her.

However, when she glanced into the reflection on the sparkling glass wall, she saw that he wasn’t even looking in her direction. In fact, he had his head down as he flipped through work documents.

The only thing that she saw on that glass was her own disappointment. She spun and returned to the couch, then picked up her cup of tea. Taking a sip, she asked, “I’m not bothering you, am I, Elliot?”

“No,” he replied distractedly as he glanced up at her, then signed the document with a flourish. “I’ll be taking my tea in a bit.”

He was just about to reach for his cup. when his phone rang. He took a look at the caller ID and smiled warmly.. Knowing immediately who was on the other line, Lorelai pointed out hastily, “Is that Anastasia? Don’t let her know I’m here; I don’t want her getting the wrong idea.”

Elliot chuckled. “Anastasia is better than that.” Naturally, he did not plan on telling his wife about Lorelai’s visit either. He picked up his phone and greeted in a voice like velvet, “Hey, sweetheart.”

“So, I just had an informal meeting with Larry, and I told him to get an office ready for me. Guess we’ll be going to work together from now on, honey.”

His eyes positively glimmered when he heard this, and he chortled as he said,

“You know what. I’ll get him to set up an office right on my floor so that we can see each other all the time!”

Unfortunately, his suggestion was rejected by his wife, who countered, “No, I don’t want to be on the same stuffy floor as you. I want to have my own space on the same floor as Bourgeois.”

He was admittedly hurt, but he brushed it off and gave an exasperated laugh, “Alright, we’ll do it your way.”

Across from him, Lorelai held her teacup to her lips and glanced at the man who was standing by the glass wall. She took in the sharp lines of his silhouette longingly, and her heart twisted with bitter jealousy when she heard the gentle way he spoke to Anastasia.

She had not seen him for close to a dozen years, but his figure was imprinted in the back of her mind, and she never forgot him even though her father had forced her to stay abroad for years. If it weren’t for her father, she would have returned to Elliot’s side years ago.

Alas, fate had a cruel sense of humor, for her existence got in the way of her father stealing the Presgrave family fortune. She never even got the chance to tell Elliot of her feelings for him, and all this while, she remembered him as the boy-next door who had sent her heart racing since they were children..

She could still remember how they used to run around the Presgrave Residence gardens together, and how he would take her hand to help her to her feet whenever she fell; he would comfort her when she cried, and stand up for her when she broke a vase or two. He was the only religion she ever knew as a child, the one. person she wanted to devote herself to on a daily basis.

But the universe clearly hated her, because by the time she saw him again after all her years abroad, he was already married with a kid, and he had become devastatingly handsome, more so than she remembered.

“Yes, I promise I’ll take a break when I need to and that I won’t be a workaholic,” Elliot murmured into the phone with a lovesick grin on his face. He then went on to ask about her morning, and after reminding her to keep warm during her time of the month as well as exchanging sweet nonsense with her, he hung up reluctantly. He turned around, and he seemed surprised to see that Lorelai was still there. Following, he walked over to the couch and took his seat.

“So, it was Anastasia after all. You’re so lucky to have found a wife like her. She’s wonderful,” Lorelai praised with a smile.

There was a bright gleam in Elliot’s eyes as well as he said, “She’s the best. I’m telling you, I don’t know what I did to deserve someone like her.”

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