Chapter 92
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After a brief silence, Ashton’s deep, smooth voice came through the line. “Have you been drinking?”
“Are you willing to be my fake boyfriend?” I dodged his question, refusing to explain myself.
Ignoring my response, he pressed again, “Where are you?”
“Forget it. I already know your answer,” I replied curtly, ready to hang up.
But Ashton’s voice stopped me. “Elaine, where are you? Are you at home or out somewhere?” His tone was firm, almost demanding.
The emotions I’d been suppressing suddenly erupted. “Who are you to tell me where I can be? I’ll go
wherever I want! I…”
Before I could finish ranting, Nora leaned over and grabbed the phone. “Mr. Drake, don’t worry. She’s with me. I’m her best friend.”
Then she turned to me and whispered, “Be nice when you’re asking for help.”
I playfully pushed her away, but Ashton’s voice came through the phone again. “We’ll talk again tomorrow when you’re sober.”
Before I could protest, he hung up, leaving me staring at the phone in disbelief. “He thinks I’m drunk,“.I muttered.
Nora burst out laughing. “He’s just afraid you’ll change your mind tomorrow when you’re sober.”
I had been drinking, but I wasn’t drunk enough to forget what I was saying.
Still, maybe this was Ashton’s way of rejecting me. After all, he had heard me say I wasn’t into him. He probably thought I was messing with him or, worse, trying to use him.
The next morning, I woke up with a splitting headache, completely hungover. I didn’t even know when Nora had left for work.
My phone rang loudly, rudely pulling me out of my daze.
“Hello,” I answered groggily, not bothering to check the caller ID.
“Ms. Hart, can you come to the amusement park now?” Victor’s anxious voice came through the line.
I frowned. “Mr. Langston, I’ve quit. Didn’t you hear? If you need something, talk to… Miles–Mr. Miles.”
“Ms. Hart, I need your help.” Victor sounded desperate, which made me sit up in bed.
I ran a hand through my tangled hair. “What do you want?”
“You have to come. You’ll understand when you get here,” he replied, his tone cryptic.
I glanced at the time–it was already 10:00 am, and I was still in bed. I stretched lazily, enjoying the rare indulgence of doing nothing.
“I’ve already resigned. None of this concerns me anymore,” I reminded him.
“Ms. Hart.” Victor’s voice grew more pleading. “Please, consider it a personal favor. Can you come?”
I pursed my lips. “I suppose. But do we really have to meet at the amusement park?”
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“Where would you like to meet?” Victor asked, clearly willing to compromise.
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Sensing the urgency in his voice, I decided to press for more information. “Just tell me what’s going on over the phone.”
Back when I was at the company, Victor had been Logan’s secretary. Because of my relationship with Logan, Victor had always gone out of his way to help me. Many of Logan’s gifts and holiday arrangements had been handled by Victor.
In some ways, Victor had done more for me than Logan ever did.
“It really can’t be discussed over the phone. We need to meet in person,” Victor insisted.
Still, I wasn’t going to give in so easily. “Mr. Langston, if you won’t tell me now, then forget it.”
There was a pause before Victor tried a different approach. “Elaine,” he said softly, switching to my nickname. “If you don’t come, I might lose my job tomorrow.”
I frowned, piecing things together. “Is this Logan’s plan?”
Victor hesitated before admitting, “Yes.”
I sighed, already regretting asking. “What does he want now?”
Victor hesitated again, then finally said, “Actually, Mr. Mercer wants to… propose to you at the amuse ment park.”
