Chapter 79 Company Gossip
Normally I wouldn't hesitate to tell Eden about what happened in the meeting but I'm concerned I'll only make her worry more. She's got a lot on her mind, the last thing she needs is to worry about a pending lawsuit.
I hadn't considered how easily news travels around this company. Some of the assistants could gossip for Britain.
At around four, just as the department is beginning to get noisier, everyone eager to go home, Eden makes her way into my office. She has a serious look on her face as she strides towards my desk. It's clear in her every movement that she is on a mission and I gulp, silently berating myself for not telling her myself.
"A lawsuit?" she asks, her voice shaking slightly. "So Lewis Artie wasn't just stealing ideas from our team?"
If she knew that I know about her grandmother, I'd apologise for not telling her but while ever she thinks I don't know, I have no real reason to tell her. I'm hardly going to come out of a meeting and exchange all the goss with my girlfriend but I still feel bad for not telling her.
"He's not been suspended?" she demands.
"Apparently not," I grumble. She's not the only one annoyed about that one.
I pause for a second, unsure how to proceed.
"Are you okay?" I ask eventually.
"Yeah, why wouldn't I be?" she replies, blinking back her surprise.
I don't know what to say. I can hardly say, 'since your granny is being sued,' so instead I say, "you didn't get enough sleep last night and it's been a long day."
She gives me a look that says every day is a long day brushing off my concern. I'm tempted to tell her she can leave early today but if I do that I know I'll regret it as soon as she leaves. I could offer to go with her but that's just opening us both up to gossip. I could send everyone home early... but I'm not convinced that would go down well with the higher ups. Actually, with everything else going on, they probably wouldn't even notice.
Instead, I hand her a pile of documents and ask her to help me sort them. It's completely unnecessary and a waste of her time but I want to keep her close. She turns to leave, so she can take them with her to her desk but I call her back.
"Do it here," I say, kicking the chair opposite my desk that I want her to sit on.
She looks like she's going to refuse, glancing back towards the open door. Anyone would think she isn't used to spending time alone with me. Giving in though, she shakes her head and comes to sit down.
"Make sure you organise them by..." I begin even though I really don't care how she organises them. She can use whatever sorting system she likes so long as she stays where she is. Preferably until it's time to go home.
"I know how to organise your documents, Noah," she grumbles. "I've been your assistant long enough to know that you're a fussy pain in the..."
"Don't finish that sentence," I tell her good naturedly.
She scrunches up her face in dislike but doesn't say anything. Chuckling, I say, "should I cook dinner tonight?"
"Like actually cook?" she asks, her eyes widening. "Not just call takeout?"
"Yes, Eden, like real cooking," I tease her. "Unlike some people I know, I actually can cook."
She grins at that, leaning forward in her chair. "What are you going to make?"
I don't have an answer for her. I'd said it without thinking and hadn't really thought about the finer details like the menu.
"What would you like?" I ask her softly.
"Are you going to cook it no matter how hard it is?"
I frown slightly. I should probably tell her that when I told her I could cook, I was working on the basis that her expectations wouldn't be too extravagant, seeing as how she can't cook. I'm pretty good in the kitchen but she's not about to get a gourmet meal.
"If I can..." I tell her.
"What about chilli?"
My shoulders slump slightly in relief that she's suggested something I actually can cook. I'm good with Mexican food.
"Do you like it hot?" I ask with a smirk.
"I love it hot."
There's something about the way she says it that has me wanting to leave immediately. I don't want to be at work a moment longer when I could be spending my evening alone with Eden.
"We'll go to the supermarket after work," I tell her, doing my best to clear my thoughts.
"How domesticated!" she exclaims. "We're going shopping together?"
Is it really that domesticated? I wonder to myself.
"Eden, compared to you, a monkey would be domesticated."
"A monkey?" Her jaw drops.
"I'm pretty sure I could teach a monkey how to use the oven," I tease her.
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