Marriage Benefits

22 | #𝐁𝐀6𝐅1𝐄

-Eleonora-

I walked through the floor with a smile on my face. Today the gods heard me, they are on my side.

"Good morning Mrs. Maxwell" I looked at the owner of the voice to meet a known face

"I haven't seen you in awhile Mrs."

"Yeah, I'm on the third floor maybe that's why"I said smiling at Lisa, the receptionist

"Do you wish to see your husband? " She questioned

"Yes I do"

"I will tell him"

"no need"I said already walking his office passing to Connor's big desk while h desperately tried to say for me to not enter. Which of course I did.

"Knock! Connor You clearly know you need to knock-"Blaze said stopping when meeting my presence "You"

"I don't like to knock" I said shrugging my shoulders and closing the door. His phone rang

"Yes, Lisa. You're late she is already here!" He answer while looking at me. He turned off the phone and then locked his hands. "What do you want?"

"To talk"

"If this is about the pancakes, I am working" he said making my happy mood vanish. This man and the goddamn pancakes. I will shove them down his throat when he is sound asleep in the middle of the night... this, if he sleeps.

"No, I am not" I said in a obvious tone. I am not that childish "I am here because of work"

"Work? You?" He asked. I seriously don't know how will I stand 1060 days without turning into a murderer.

" Yes. About my old bussiness"

"That small marketing bussiness? How is that important? " He asked with a smirk forming in his face

"This small bussiness here is required for one of your most wished companies"

"What?"he asked making his smirk disappear

"Turns out Mr.Brocotta wanted my small business to do the marketing for his brand new products coming out this summer "I said passing him the photocopies of Mr. Brocotta's emails to me "But since he discovered my little small business is being vanished and associated to your big one, Mr.Brocotta doesn't want anything to do with me"

"That's impossible. Why would he want to have anything with your company and not mine? Our association implied marketing care" he said scanning over the papers "If that's what he wanted I could perfectly give him the marketing he needed"

"He clearly specifies in there that he doesn't want anything with our marketing because I now it's part of Maxwell Inc. which means he hates you" I said sitting down on the blue sofa

"This is not possible! Why doesn't he want to be part of my company? And why would he want yours to make the marketing?" he asked totally confused while reading the papers

"Because he clearly doesn't like your company" I stated

"I know" he said taking a deep breath "why?"

"Maybe he knows you are a cold emotionless man," I said plainly making him roll his eyes

"I'm serious"

"So am I"

"What does your small business have that mine doesn't? Why is he so strict on this?" he questioned taking his hands to his head

"I don't know he was your client"

"Future client. I have no information or so about him" he said in distress or so I presume because I can't see any emotion on that face of his, just anger sometimes when he looks at me. Glad I made an impression.