Loving With A Heavy Heart 102 Mistakes

Elle's hands tightened into firsts. "I'll see you tonight Adam." She said before hanging up the call.

Elle grabbed the reports and stormed out of her office. Her team members watched wearily as she went straight to the elevators and up to the top floor of the building. This was where the offices of all of the top management were. Despite the protests of his secretary, she barged into her father's office.

"What are you doing here?" Her father asked with a raised eyebrow. "It's rare for you to come to my office."

"I have something to report." Elle said coldly, tossing the stack of doc.u.ments onto his desk roughly.

"What's this?" He asked.

"See for yourself."

Her father slowly read through the doc.u.ments, his expression darkened as he realized what the report was regarding. After a long moment of contemplation, he let out a heavy sigh.

"Well?" Elle asked finally.

Her father tossed the doc.u.ments back onto the table. "I will speak to Jacob, so can't you let it go this time?" He asked her tiredly.

Elle felt her heart drop with disappointment. "Are you seriously asking that of me, chairman?" She asked, taunting him with his own t.i.tle.

"I know it isn't right, and I will reprimand Jacob privately, but he's still adjusting here. Can't you do him this one favour?"

"You want me to sacrifice the bonus of every employee in my department for his one mistake?" Elle scoffed.

"If this comes out he will never be able to go forward in the company." Her father said with a frown. "You are his sister. Just forgive it this one time and I will ensure it doesn't happen again. Besides, your project is already so successful. Ten thousand sales won't make much of a difference to you."

Elle tried her best to control the expression on her face, not wanting her anger to seep through. She had so much she wanted to say, yet she said nothing at all. Instead, she quietly collected the doc.u.ments from her father's desk and began walking out the door.

"What will you do?" He called out after her.

Elle paused in the doorway. "I will consider your proposal Chairman. There is still a week until the end of my project after all."

With that she left, quietly closing the door behind her. Her chest tightened and Elle seemed to hear the sound of her heart smas.h.i.+ng to pieces after having finally just been pieced together.

It was only two or three hours later that Elle climbed into Adam's car with a long face.

"Is everything okay?" Adam asked.

"I'm just tired."

"What happened?"

Elle looked over at Adam and saw the genuine look of concern in her eyes. She let out a sigh, something she had been doing more often these days. She began telling him what had happened and about her conversation with her father.

"What will you do?" Adam asked finally.

"I don't know." Elle replied honestly.

"You're considering it?"

"It's complicated." She whispered. "I don't want to do it, and I hate him for suggesting it, but even though he's like this he's still my father Adam. All the hurt and heartache I feel is just the result of the fact that I love him more than he loves me."

Tears started to gather in her eyes, threatening to spill over. Elle wiped at them angrily. "Ah, I'm so frustrated. You're going to call me a fool again aren't you?" She asked with a dry laugh.

Adam look straight forward at the road ahead, but reached over with one hand to hold hers. His hand was large and rough, yet incredibly warm. It only made Elle's tears well up more. "I think you're too hard on yourself." He said softly.

Adam took her back to his condo that night instead of going out for dinner as planned. He took her inside before leaving again to go pick up food.

While she waited for Adam to return Elle quickly washed her face in the bathroom sink before slumping down into the large sofa in the living room. She glanced at the time, it had only been a few minutes, Adam would probably still take a while longer to return.

She had been able to stop her tears, but it had been a while since Elle had felt like this. She wasn't sure what to do with the melancholy feelings in her heart. In the end she reverted back to what she knew best, she took out her phone and began to write.