“Well, hello, Eleanor.”
Turning to the voice, Eleanor’s mouth fell open.
“You,” she said, eying the dirty blonde hair and familiar blue eyes. It was Oliver, Rickard’s brother.
“What? Weren’t you waiting for me?” He smirked and went towards her.
“Oliver, don’t use that on me. It won’t work,” Eleanor said, chuckling and walking past him. It was then her eyes fell on the woman standing behind him, looking pissed. She had blonde hair and brown eyes and was standing with her arms crossed across her chest. She stared at Eleanor curiously and then glared at Oliver who was standing behind Eleanor.
“Eleanor, meet Emily. A family friend as well as my boss,” Oliver said, and Eleanor’s eyes widened and her eyebrows shot up. She was the same Emily she had talked with Bernard Hansen about. She
