<h4>Chapter 634: Arguing With The Boss</h4>
<strong>Evaline:</strong>
Therge ss wall beside my desk reflected the afternoon sky outside, filling the office with sunlight. My monitor glowed softly in front of me, spreadsheets and reports covering the screen while several documentsy scattered across the desk.
Across the room, Elion sat behind his massive desk.
His office wasrge enough that the distance between us almost made it feel like we were in separate rooms.
Which was exactly why I had messaged him instead of saying it out loud.
A small notification ping sounded from hisputer.
I watched from the corner of my eye as he opened the message I had just sent.
For a few seconds, he read silently. Then... his head snapped up and our eyes met across the room.
One of his eyebrows arched so high it nearly disappeared into his hairline.
I could practically see the disbelief written all over his face. Apparently, he hadn’t expected me to actually do it.
Ignoring the almost horrified look on his face, I spoke calmly.
"Be on time."
His expression didn’t change.
"And don’t make my friend wait."
Still no response.
Satisfied, I returned my attention to my monitor and resumed typing exactly where I had stopped moments ago.
Barely a momentter,I heard his chair creak. Then...
"Wait."
I didn’t look at him.
"Eva."
I kept typing.
"Are you actually going through with this?"
I hummed quietly. "Yes."
There was a brief pause.
"You mean the blind date?"
I stopped typing for a moment and leaned back slightly in my chair, ncing at him.
"That’s usually how blind dates work."
Elion looked like someone had just informed him that he had been drafted into a war.
"You were actually... actually serious?"
I blinked at him.
"Did you think I was joking?"
"Well... yes."
I turned back to my screen.
"You shouldn’t assume things."
Behind me, I heard him mutter something under his breath. Then he spoke again. "Is she... good?"
My fingers paused above the keyboard. Slowly, I turned my chair slightly to face him.
"What does that even mean?"
Elion gestured vaguely.
"You know... good."
My eyes narrowed slightly.
"My friend is amazing." I said it calmly. Very calmly. Then I added, "What I’m worried about is whether you are good enough for her."
Elion stared at me like I had just insulted his entire bloodline.
"What?"
"And behave yourself."
He blinked again.
"What?"
"I mean it."
He ran a hand through his hair in frustration before suddenly standing up from his desk.
I returned to typing.
Out of the corner of my eye, I saw him walk around therge desk and grab one of the chairs sitting on the opposite side.
Then he dragged it across the floor.
The legs scraped loudly against the tiles as he pulled it all the way to my desk. Then he dropped into the chair beside me.
"What do you mean I’m not good enough?"
I didn’t look away from my monitor.
"I said I’m worried you might not be."
"That’s the same thing."
"Not really."
He exhaled sharply. "You are beingpletely unfair right now."
My fingers kept moving across the keyboard.
"Am I?"
"Yes."
He leaned closer.
"I’m your friend too."
"No, you are not."
The words left my mouth so casually that he froze.
"...What?"
"You are my boss."
Elion stared at me in disbelief.
"Since when?"
I nced at him briefly.
"Since the day you hired me."
"That’s not what I meant."
"Well, that’s the truth."
He crossed his arms.
"Exactly when have you ever treated me like a boss?"
I raised an eyebrow at the screen.
"I always treat you like a boss."
He leaned forward immediately.
"Oh really?"
"Yes."
He gestured dramatically.
"When have you ever seen an employee argue with their boss like this?"
I paused. Then slowly turned to look at him. "When have I argued with you?"
The silence that followed was... impressive. His mouth opened. Then closed.
He stared at me, and I stared back calmly.
Finally, after several seconds of visible internal struggle, he slumped back in the chair and let out a long sigh.
"You are impossible sometimes."
I didn’t respond. Because right at that moment, I reached forward and shut down my monitor.
The screen went ck.
Elion blinked. Then watched in confusion as I grabbed my bag from the side of the desk and slipped my phone inside.
I stood up.
He nced at his wristwatch. "You still have thirty minutes left in your shift."
But I was already walking toward the door.
"Where are you going?"
I slung the strap of my bag over my shoulder.
"To see River."
He frowned.
"For what?"
I opened the office door.
"To ask for his help with work."
Behind me, he quickly spoke. "You could ask him at home."
My steps stopped instantly. Slowly... I turned around, and red at him - a very long, very unimpressed re.
"Why," I asked slowly, "should I ruin my personal time with work?"
He opened his mouth. Then closed it again before silently looking away.
Exactly.
I gave him onest sharp look before turning back toward the hallway.
The door closed behind me with a soft click as I made my way to River’s office at the very end of the hallway.
My footsteps echoed softly against the floor.
When I reached the door, the bond let me know he’s still inside.
Good.
I raised my hand and knocked twice.
"Come in."
River’s calm voice reached me through the door.
I pushed it open and stepped inside. Then stopped.
Because River wasn’t alone.
Someone stood in front of his desk.
A woman.
Tall.
Elegant.
Her long, dark hair cascaded down her back in soft waves, and the sharp scent of expensive perfume lingered faintly in the air.
She turned slightly when I entered.
And the moment her voice eyesnded on me... a frown took over her beautiful face, freezing her dazzling smile.
For a moment, my mindpletely nked.
Because she was thest person I expected to see here.