Chapter eleven

Alex sat in his office, remembering his own words. He had told her to get ready for it, but he wouldn't, at any cost, force her for this because that wasn't his fault. Of course, he had his own twisted ways to get the work done, but forcing someone didn't sit well with him.

His thoughts were interrupted by a knock on the door. He allowed the person to enter, and George came in with a file in his hands.

"Sir, your signatures are needed on these papers," George informed, keeping the file in front of him and standing patiently.

Alex glanced at the papers, read them first, and then signed before handing them back to George.

"Is Ella taken care of?" he asked, and George fumbled, trying to form an answer.

"Sir, she is threatening to pull a publicity stunt. Didn't give the details but left with a warning and a very pissed-off mood." George kept looking at his boss's face with nervousness.

"Such a nuisance," Alex sighed, shaking his head, and dismissed George with a wave of his hand. George si