LOGIN“Your hand, sir.”Andrew bared his handcuffed hands to the male officer for him to uncuff him. He smiled as he rubbed his wrist, glaring at the other officer who sat in front of him, casting an intimidating look at him too.His gaze traveled across the interrogation room, with cameras at the four angles of the room.“Mr. Harrison,” the officer began, skimming through the document in his hand, “I believe you know why you’re here.”Andrew smirked. “I believe you know you’ll be in serious trouble for arresting a busy person like me over some silly claims,” he replied.“Silly claims, you say?” The officer let out a brief laugh. “You business moguls are all the same. Shameless till the very end,” he spat.Andrew slammed his hands loudly against the table, standing up.“How many times do I have to tell you? I’ve never purchased anything like that. Check my company’s records!” He snapped.Andrew glared at him. “Once this case is settled, you’ll have my lawyer to answer. Believe me,” he sneer
Soft music played in the background as the three settled around a table near the window in a restaurant.Andrew smiled as he glanced between Julian and Elara.“I must admit, I didn't expect our meeting to turn out this way,” he muttered.Elara chuckled, “Well, at least we got what we came for,” she muttered.“More than what I came for,” Andrew corrected. “Your wife managed to convince me to accept a deal I had rejected twice.” He turned to Julian.Elara smiled, “I wouldn't say I convinced you. I simply offered you something that worked for both parties.”Andrew laughed. “That's exactly what a good negotiator would say.”Julian leaned back in his chair, watching them quietly.Andrew picked up his glass.“To new partnerships,” he announced.Julian raised his glass, and Elara followed.“To new partnerships,” they echoed before taking a sip.Their conversation continued for a while, moving away from business and into lighter topics.“So, Elara,” Andrew spoke, “what exactly do you do?”Ela
Later...“Thank you,” Elara muttered in a low tone to her bodyguard as she came down from the car.“Are you sure you'll be able to have Mr. Harrison support us for our upcoming runway?” Isabel's worried voice sounded through the phone.“Rest assured, Isabel. I'll give it my best, have faith,” Elara smiled.“Alright, God bless the day you joined our department.”Elara laughed, “I'll update you on whatever happens. Bye,” she replied then ended the call.“This way, Miss.”Elara nodded before following her bodyguard. Her eyes occasionally glanced around the area in awe while they walked.Seeing Beaumont Tech from this point of time felt so much different. Well, it wasn't the first time she'd come here.Married to Vance, she would occasionally come to pay him a surprise visit as the good loving wife that she was.Elara chuckled as she shook her head. Well, this time she was here to see Julian.They both stood in front of the elevator, waiting for it to open so they could board it.A few mi
Julian walked into his room, placing Elara on the bed.“This isn't my room,” Elara muttered, but he acted like he didn't hear her.Julian lifted her gown to check her ankle.“I think I have the right ointment for it,” he muttered, walking to his wardrobe.“Here,” he handed her a pair of shirt and lounge pants. “Wear it once you're done having your bath.”Elara frowned. “Are you insinuating I'm going to sleep here? That's not going to happen,” she protested.Julian's lips curved. “It's either you go have your bath or I do it myself, no other way about it.”Elara glared at him as she stood up from the bed, limping to the bathroom. There was no talking him out of it once he had made up his mind.Once she was done showering, she laid back on the bed, feeling exhausted.She watched as Julian placed the first aid kit on the bed before taking her ankle.“Let me know if it hurts,” he muttered, then began tending to it.The room was silent as Julian tended to her ankle. Her gaze subtly travele
The walk to the backyard garden was silent, with Elara holding onto Harrison as he made his way to the garden.He gently dropped her on a bench before bending to check her ankle.“Thank you,” Elara muttered. Her eyes darted around the garden, then she smiled.“The garden is beautiful.”“The sprain is not that severe,” Harrison said, touching her ankle.“You should be okay. Just make sure you apply an ointment to prevent swelling,” Harrison added, standing.“Shall I help you with that?” He smiled.Elara mirrored his smile but gently shook her head.“I’ll be good. Thank you,” she replied.Harrison nodded. “Very well then,” he said, sitting down next to her.“So, to whom do I owe this lovely presence?”“Elara Hayes, it’s a pleasure to meet you,” Elara nodded politely.“I’m Andrew Harrison. Pleasure to meet you too,” Harrison replied.His phone suddenly began ringing, but he declined the call with a sour face.Elara chuckled. “You don’t seem to fancy such gatherings.”Harrison sighed. “Di
Eclipse Models...Elara stared at the sketch in front of her with a smile on her face, pencil moving carefully across the paper as she adjusted the neckline of the dress.“Too predictable.”Her pencil stopped. She slowly turned her head toward Tristan.“Good morning to you too,” Elara muttered, rolling her eyes as she looked back at her sketch.A few minutes later, she pushed the sketch toward him.“There. What do you think?” she grinned.Tristan barely glanced at it before returning his gaze to his phone.“The neckline.”Elara’s eye twitched. “What about it?”“Boring.”Elara closed her eyes as she heaved in a deep breath before smiling. “Would you mind elaborating?”“It doesn't complement the structure of the dress.” Tristan took the sketch, pointing at the neckline.“I spent thirty minutes on that neckline.”“And now you can spend another thirty fixing it.” He smiled.Elara stared at him. “You're enjoying this.”“Not particularly.” Tristan shrugged.Elara snatched the sketch back.“







