“So, do you prefer to be called Ellie or Ella?” Nathan asked the breathtaking woman seated in his front passenger seat.
“Either one is fine,” Ella waved her hand dismissively.
“Ella it is, then,” Nathan decided with a smile.
As he drove Ella home along the city's vibrant streets, a lively conversation unfolded.
“I still can’t believe someone as young as you can become the CEO of the number one group in Esmea. You are truly a capable businessman, Sir,” Ella couldn’t stop praising him.
Ella's praise warmed Nathan's heart. "Nathan, not ‘Sir’,” he reminded her for the umpteenth time. “And stop flattering me, Ella. I'm just trying my best," he modestly replied, although secretly pleased. It wasn't every day that he found himself engaged in such a lively conversation with a lady, but there
