Chapter 51 He Doesn't Even Know My Name
Coming into work the next morning, I've barely slept. I'm yawning as I wait for the lift. I spent the whole night tossing and turning as I worried about my grandma. It's probably unnecessary. She doesn't exactly need my concern. She's not your typical granny. It's a fact I know well, but it doesn't stop me worrying about her. She's still my grandma after all.
"Morning," Noah says cheerfully as he comes up beside me.
He hands me a coffee and I grumble out a quick thank you. It's weird how this is becoming something of a routine. Not so much waiting for the lift with Noah but having him fetch my coffee. I'm pretty sure it's me that should be getting him a coffee but I don't bother telling him that. It's not like it would discourage him from doing it again. And I'm not sure I want him to stop.
"Sleep well?" he asks.
"Not really," I tell him honestly as I yawn again.
"Are you sure you're not sick?"
"Do I look sick?"
"Well, you don't exactly look great."
I don't know if I should chide him or thank him for his concern. I don't think I look that bad. Personally, I think I did a great job of hiding my black eyes under several layers of make up. Apparently, I'm wrong.
"Thanks," I grit out.
"Not that you don't look pretty," he says quickly as if he suddenly realises what he just said. "You always look pretty."
I smile at that. I mean, doesn't every girl smile when her crush says she's pretty no matter how old she is? I shouldn't though. Even if I do like him more than I should, he's still my boss and I'm still lying to him.
That's the worst part. Not that I'm his assistant and a relationship between us would be a little bit unprofessional. No, it's more the fact that I'm lying about absolutely everything to him. He doesn't even really know my name.
"So, did you resolve whatever had you looking so worried yesterday?" he asks, trying to change the subject.
I think his ears are tinged with pink. Is he embarrassed? Perhaps, he's not used to giving women compliments. Although that doesn't seem likely. With a face like that, he'll have had plenty of girlfriends.
"No. Not really," I say with exasperation.
I'm completely lost for what to do about the whole thing. I can hardly just let it go. Even if that is what my grandma wants me to do. I've considered speaking to Martin but he'd be sure to tell my grandma. And that would be disastrous.
Looking at Noah now, I consider asking for his help. Perhaps, it I word it right, he won't think I'm completely losing my marbles and worrying about an employer I've met all of once. Who am I kidding? He's going to laugh right in my face if I tell him that it's worrying for Eliza Clancy keeping me up at night.
"Noah," I begin hesitantly as we get out of the lift and begin to make our way towards our department, walking in step.
"Yeah?"
"Why didn't you tell us that Mrs Clancy paid for the replacement coffee tables herself?"
"Should I have?" he returns.
"I don't know. Isn't it odd?"
"A bit but that's not our problem. We just have to do our job well so she's not wasting her money."
Nodding my head, I consider telling him about the conversation I overheard. He clearly cares about my grandma so maybe he'd be willing to help me.
"I overheard a couple of the directors talking," I admit uncomfortably.
"And?" he presses, letting me into his office.
We sit down as I go on to tell him what I heard. He listens patiently, not once interrupting. It's not like him. He's usually in such a rush to get to the point.
When I'm finally finished, he leans back in his chair, saying, "so, what you're saying is that two directors might be selling their stock in the company..."
"Er... yeah but not just that."
"What else?"
"It's weird. They think it's weird. I think it's weird."
"Okay. Eden, everyone thinks it's weird because it's weird," he tells me, "but I'm sure Mrs Clancy has it all under control."
"But..."
"It's probably just James being a nasty piece of work. It's kind of what he does."
I want to argue with him but it's pointless. He doesn't understand and how can he, when he doesn't even know who I am.
"I want to look into it," I tell him instead.
"How?" he asks.
"I don't know yet," I mutter.
"We're too busy with everything we've got going on in the department, Eden. Don't waste time on this. It's not your problem. The best thing we can do for Mrs Clancy is our jobs."
"I guess," I say quietly, even though I have absolutely no intention of dropping it.
With or without his help, I will find out what the hell is going on.
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