Ellinor crinkled her brows when she heard that man's name, "Do I really have to go with you? Can I not?"
Seeing her reluctance, Sheila shot back sharply, "Ellinor, know your place! You're my assistant; you do as I say! You're pocketing the ten thousand dollars I'm paying you, so you've got no right to pick and choose!"
Ellinor rubbed her temples, "Alright then."
Just thinking about seeing Theo again gave her a headache, but Sheila clearly had no intention of letting her off the hook easily.
She was dressed pretty low-key today. Theo might not even notice her.
"Sheila."
The middle-aged man from earlier slowly strolled over to call Sheila.
This was Sheila's godfather.
"Sheila, Mr. Blanchet, and his group are upstairs. I'll take you to meet them," he said.
Sheila sprang up from her chair with a delighted smile, "I'm ready, thanks, Godfather!"
Pollock smiled at her and then his gaze fell on Ellinor. His smile faded, "Sheila, who's this? Why is she dressed like that?"
Sheila shot Ellinor a disdainful glance, then explained obediently, "Godfather, she's my assistant!"
Pollock, ever the gentleman, looked at Ellinor with clear disapproval, "Why would you hire an assistant like this? It doesn't reflect well on you. I'll find you a better assistant when I get the chance!"
Sheila shook her head, "Godfather, she grew up in the countryside. She had a hard time finding a job, so I felt sorry for her and gave her a chance."
Pollock looked touched and praised, "Sheila, you're such a kind-hearted girl."
Sheila smiled and looped her arm through Pollock’s, "Godfather, enough about my assistant. Let's go meet Mr. Blanchet!"
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