Whisper!

Helena's P.O.V.

“Not again!”

The problem of these strange whispers was getting serious day by day. First, I only heard them in my dreams, but now they have broadened their horizon to torment me in the normal daily life routine too.

I took a deep breath and composed myself, as the tower of icy dominance had turned to face me.

“Yes?”

I cleared my throat and displayed my laptop in front of him.

“These are my new designs, please have a look.”

He grasped my laptop and scrolled through the slides with several lines on his forehead, but my hand flew to my mouth when I raised my head to see his face.

The bastard from the elevator?

These words rolled out of my mouth as a whisper, I bit my tongue immediately. That angry man lowered his head and squinted his eyes at me, as if he had heard his praise. After the intense eye contact of a brief moment, he handed my laptop to Mr. Smith, and spoke like he wasn’t furious before.

“Finalize these designs for the client. I’m glad that someone in