Elite Si 소설 & 이야기

He pulls into the private underground garage of a sleek, newly constructed building—the Weston Group's brand-new European Headquarters. The private elevator shoots them to the office. The heavy double doors glide shut behind them, sealing them in absolute, pin-drop silence. "So this is the big secret you've been hiding from me?" Mia breaks the quiet, turning to look at him. Every time she had asked about his business, he had been frustratingly vague. "Mm-hmm." Elias steps closer, his tall, broad frame backing her up until her hips hit the edge of his massive executive desk. He reaches out, his knuckles brushing a stray lock of hair behind her ear. "I wanted you to see it for yourself."

Elias laughed and pushed himself out of the car before Siel can. “The heck?!” “Shh.” Elias pressed his index finger to Siel’s lips and grabbed her wrist, pulling her in the elevator. Siel twisted her wrist but somehow, it was no use. Elias was being stubborn. “Seriously?!” “Stop shouting.” TING! Siel was alert when the lift tings and opened swiftly. She looked at the numbers and realized they were on the higher floor. Is Elias serious? “Hey, did you press the wrong floor?” “Nope.”

Just then, a sleek black car purred to a stop. The valet walked respectfully toward us. "Ladies, your car is ready." Sera nonchalantly tossed me a key fob, a silver crescent moon gleaming against the black casing. "Your keys, partner." I pressed a button. A graphite-grey Maserati Ghibli purred to life. "Ms. Martinez, your car." Isabella's jaw dropped. "Is… is that a limited edition?" "That's right. Only fifty in the world," Sera said with a lazy smile.

Hell, you do not even put your boss in the eye after work. Ellen Saline looked at the interior of the small POLO, which had not changed from before, "Elisa, why don’t you change your car?" "The car is still fine, why should I change it?" Elisa White did not understand. "It does not fit your identity as William Brich's wife." "You don’t need to think about that. The POLO car fits my income, so it would not make sense for me to buy a car more expensive than the dean’s car. "