Elodie Hart;
"Tasting her is like heaven. But Harlow isn't heaven. Nor is she hell; Harlow is the f*cking devil herself, with her sharp intimidation and her cruel way of things, but she tastes nothing like it. She tastes of sweetness and determinati...
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"What is it you're here for?" I ask Elodie, sat across from me, on the other side of my desk.
By the time I got to my office, it was only a few minutes that passed before she arrived, knocking at my door. I let her in and she made herself comfortable on the armchair I have in my office.
Of course, I could tell she was nervous the second she walked in. She almost always is nervous around me, but I don't blame her. I can be highly intimidating.
I had already brung up some of the schedules on my computer, to get them up and ready. Minnie emailed me a list of names and schedule changes so I have to tend to those, as well as listening to Elodie's.
Bringing me out of my thoughts, Elodie clears her throat. I look back up at her and notice her fixing her skirt and straightening up.
"Well, I would have preferred to talk to Minnie, I'd hate to waste your time." I could read the sarcasm off her lips as she spoke. She's extremely easy to read, at least when she's with me.
"Oh of course, however I have plenty of time, and since I'm about to take care of some schedule changes, and that is what you seem to be here for, I do suggest you start talking darling."
Elodie's mouth falls open a centimetre, her lips parting ever so slightly, but I notice the change immediately.
A small frown replaces her look of surprise and she speaks again. "I wanted to see if it was possible to mix about my schedules."
While she's talking, I already bring her up on my computer. Her profile comes up and the first thing I notice is her photo.
The corner of my lips tilts upwards. "You look younger in this photo, they let you into nightclubs like that?"
I knew what would happen before it did. She tilts her head in confusion at first, then her cheeks go a little red. She must know already that I have all her information, she's asked me about it before. Now, I decided to add my own thing about the nightclub, because I knew the reaction I'd get from her would be priceless.
"You have a photo of me?"
I turn my computer screen around to face her and she immediately leans into it to take a look.
I let her look for a few seconds before I notice her eyes aren't lingering on the photo anymore, and that they're now fixed on the piles of information spread about the computer.
"You have all of this on me? Where I studied, my family, the grades I got in school, where I work, where I live... everything." She looks from the screen to me for a second, waiting for my answer, before reading everything that she can.
I turn the screen back to face me, making Elodie look at me. I don't think she's noticed, but she's still leaned closer to my desk.
"And a lot more. I have anything and everything on you."
