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“When is the press conference?” Anastasia asked.
“Next Saturday.” Larry replied dutifully.
“I’ll be there,” she promised with a nod.
He beamed as he added, “I’m sure the Bourgeois team will be happy to have you at the helm of the
business.”
She smiled. “Well, in that case, I look forward to hearing more of your business strategies and having
you show me the ropes, Vice President Young.”
While this was happening, Elliot was in his office at Presgrave Group, sifting through the documents
piled up on his desk when he came across a resume. He opened the folder and frowned slightly. It was
Lorelai’s resume, and she was applying not for an important position, but for an analyst job advertised
by the finance department in one of his
subsidiaries in the country.
However, as it was against the rules to employ members of the Presgraves’ extended family, Elliot had
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtno choice but to reject her job application. He decided that he would personally recommend her to
some other company instead.
Seeing the number she had written at the very top of her resume, he grabbed his phone and called her.
“Hello?” Lorelai greeted on the other line.
“Hey, Lorelai, it’s Elliot here. I just saw your resume and I believe an analyst job is far beneath your
capabilities,” he said in a gravelly tone.
Lorelai said earnestly, “Elliot, if you’ve read my resume, you would know that I don’t care about the job
as much as I do about getting into your company.”
“I can recommend you to another company that happens to be hiring, and I think you’d be a good fit for
the job,” Elliot said firmly.
She paused for a few seconds before pressing, “I’m actually in the area right
now. Is it okay if I head to your office for a quick chat, Elliot? I don’t think I’ve ever seen it in person
before.”
Prepared to talk her into taking up the job at the other company, he replied, “Alright then. Come on
over.” They were family, after all, and he figured there was no harm in letting her up to his office for a
brief, friendly conversation.
Meanwhile, Lorelai was checking her reflection in the restroom mirror in one of the nearby cafes. She
evaluated her face from all angles underneath the white light. When she was satisfied with the way she
looked alongside her delicately applied make-up, she straightened her white blouse and her tight-fitting
skirt, then flipped her long hair over her shoulders. For a finishing touch, she gave herself a light spritz
of perfume and finally walked out.
Subsequently, she pulled up outside the main entrance of Presgrave Group. She was more than
familiar with the company since her father had a friend who worked here as well. When she called the
receptionist earlier, she made
no mention of Elliot whatsoever.
She went into the elevator, and the receptionist who escorted her left as soon as they reached the
designated floor. Seeing this, Lorelai hurried into another available elevator and made her way up to
the presidential office.
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Rey was already waiting for her, and when she arrived, he said, “This way please, Miss Presgrave.”
Lorelai nodded and followed him into the spacious office, which she thought was only charming
because of its owner.
“Elliot,” she greeted warmly when she saw the man on the couch.
“Oh, good, you’re here. Have a seat,” Elliot said, gesturing toward the matching couch across from him.
“This place is humungous, and that view outside is absolutely stunning!” She was never one to hold
back on compliments, and the words flowed smoothly off her tongue as she flashed him a smile.
Elliot handed her a docket of information and said, “That’s the financial company I was telling you
about. The president happens to be a friend of mine. I already put in a word for you, and he said you
could start working immediately without having to go through an interview.”
“You pulled strings for me? Wow, I’m honored!” she exclaimed. Taking the docket, she leafed through
the company profile and the position they were offering her, then looked up with bright eyes as she
asked, “They’re going to make me supervisor?”
He nodded. “You’re qualified for it.”
“That’s so nice of you to say,” Lorelai said with a sweet smile, admiration glittering in her eyes.
Elliot’s gaze fell upon the document on the coffee table as he said, “You can start work next Monday.”
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