Ash's pov ;
While Elijah was engrossed in a meeting, I found myself sitting in his leather chair, surrounded by stacks of paperwork. I tried to argue with him that I didn't have to sit here but he forced me sit on the boss's chair. So, I shyly agreed.
Suddenly, the door swung open and in walked Vanessa, her sharp eyes narrowing the moment she spotted me.
I fought back an eye roll as soon as I saw her.
"Hello, Vanessa," I greeted with forced politeness, trying to maintain a neutral tone.
"Hello," she replied icily, all traces of warmth absent from her voice. "I didn't realise you were…making yourself at home here."
I raised an eyebrow, leaning back in the comfortable chair. "Just lending a hand while Elijah is occupied."
She crossed her arms, unimpressed by my explanation. "You seem quite at ease for someone who is just helping out."
