Chapter 33
A crisp, clean scent of fir drifted into her nose at just the right moment.
Lila found it pleasant and couldn't help sniffing.
"Are you going to get off me or not?" A cold, displeased voice came from above her head.
She quickly pulled away from Alexander's embrace. Her legs hadn't recovered yet, so she stumbled a bit before barely managing to stand steady.
Lila had already prepared herself to be accused by Alexander of "throwing herself at him," even though her unsteadiness was entirely due to being punished with standing by him. But she had already decided not to bother arguing with him about it.
However, Alexander said nothing and simply turned to walk toward the office door.
She was a bit surprised, and along with the surprise came relief.
Lila let out a breath and lifted her feet to follow him.
Her feet hurt badly. When she walked, she had to step on her toes, which looked really weird.
The employees in the executive office hadn't left yet. Seeing Alexander and Lila come out of the office one after the other, they couldn't help sneaking glances. Once the two had left the executive office, discussions broke out one after another.
"That girl is pretty good-looking. I wonder how she became Mr. Sinclair's driver."
"For someone of Mr. Sinclair's status to hire a driver who got into a car accident on her first day at work. That's just ridiculous."
"What's even more ridiculous is that the chairman had Mr. Sinclair prepare a driver's lounge for her."
"Maybe she's Mr. Sinclair's girlfriend. After all, Mr. Sinclair had her stay in his office the entire afternoon. I kind of feel like Mr. Sinclair really dotes on her!"
"But doesn't Mr. Sinclair like Celeste?"
"How long has Celeste been missing? Mr. Sinclair is young and full of energy. He works so hard every day. How can he stand not having a woman around?"
"This conversation is taking a weird turn!"
At the elevator.
Lila consciously walked to the other elevator without the "Executive Use Only" sign and pressed the down button.
The elevator door opened.
Just as she was about to step in, Alexander suddenly spoke, "Stop!"
Lila was confused. "What's wrong?"
Alexander didn't speak. He raised his chin slightly, indicating she should take the same elevator as him.
Lila remembered how he had told her to "get lost" this morning. She pressed her lips together and asked back, "Didn't you say I couldn't take your private elevator?"
"Otherwise, should I wait for you in the parking garage?"
"This elevator is already here. I won't be later than you."
Alexander's patience was wearing thin, and his tone became heavier. "Do you think you're the only person who needs to use the elevator at this hour?"
With that, Alexander had already stepped into the elevator first. His cold eyes swept toward her. "Get in."
Lila obediently got into the elevator, pressed the B1 button for him, and stood silently to one side.
Alexander was off work, and Charlie was nowhere to be found.
She was a bit worried. Would she still have to drive later?
If she got into two accidents on two trips on her first day at work, wouldn't she become famous throughout the Sinclair Group?
Just thinking about it was embarrassing.
Fortunately, after arriving at the parking garage, Alexander walked straight to the driver's side and got in the car without hesitation.
Of course, Lila didn't dare treat him like a driver again and quietly got into the passenger seat.
After standing for several hours, she could finally sit down.
Lila was so happy she almost cried.
After the car drove out of the Sinclair Group's underground parking garage, Lila realized that after a whole day of chaos at work, she still hadn't received the weekly menu from Alexander's secretary.
She turned her head to observe his expression. Seeing him focused on driving, she spoke softly. "Boss, did you forget to have your secretary send me the menu? What are we eating tonight?"
Alexander glanced at her. "Who said anything about 'we'?"
Lila was speechless.
Is that the point?
She patiently rephrased. "What are you eating tonight?"
Only then did Alexander, like an emperor issuing a decree, deign to speak and give his instructions. "Call Charlie and have him tell the secretary to send you the menu."