Get out!

“You should have stayed out of her way, now look, you've gotten yourself in a pickle.” Elizabeth's eyebrows furrowed as she tried to wrap the bandage around Eleonora's injured palm.

“How exactly was I supposed to stay out of her way when she won't let me be? She keeps calling me, am I supposed to disobey?” Eleonora fumed, biting her lip as the pain was yet to subside.

“It's terrible that you have to put up with her.” Elizabeth sighed.

“Why does she have a problem with my intimacy with the boss? It's not like I chose to be here.” Eleonora scoffed loudly, probably thinking of a hundred ways to kill Anna-Marie.

“I don't know, but I think she's in love with the boss.”

“Yeah, no doubt.” Eleonora rolled her eyes again and winced when Elizabeth touched her palm.

“Sorry, I'm done now.”

“Thank you.”

A knock came on Eleonora's door and they both moved from their positions, thinking that it was madam Gigi. She would not be pleased to see them doing nothing when there's still a lot to do. Eliz