-Eleonora-

I walked through the floor with a smile on my face. Today the gods heard me, they are on my side.

"Good morning Mrs. Maxwell" I looked at the owner of the voice to meet a known face

"I haven't seen you in awhile Mrs."

"Yeah, I'm on the third floor maybe that's why"I said smiling at Lisa, the receptionist

"Do you wish to see your husband? " She questioned

"Yes I do"

"I will tell him"

"no need"I said already walking his office passing to Connor's big desk while h desperately tried to say for me to not enter. Which of course I did.

"Knock! Connor You clearly know you need to knock-"Blaze said stopping when meeting my presence "You"

"I don't like to knock" I said shrugging my shoulders and closing the door. His phone rang

"Yes, Lisa. You're late she is already here!" He answer while looking at me. He turned off the phone and then locked his hands. "What do you want?"

"To talk"

"If this is about the pancakes, I am working" he said making my happy mood vanish. This man and the goddamn pancakes. I will shove them down his throat when he is sound asleep in the middle of the night... this, if he sleeps.

"No, I am not" I said in a obvious tone. I am not that childish "I am here because of work"

"Work? You?" He asked. I seriously don't know how will I stand 1060 days without turning into a murderer.

" Yes. About my old bussiness"

"That small marketing bussiness? How is that important? " He asked with a smirk forming in his face

"This small bussiness here is required for one of your most wished companies"

"What?"he asked making his smirk disappear

"Turns out Mr.Brocotta wanted my small business to do the marketing for his brand new products coming out this summer "I said passing him the photocopies of Mr. Brocotta's emails to me "But since he discovered my little small business is being vanished and associated to your big one, Mr.Brocotta doesn't want anything to do with me"

"That's impossible. Why would he want to have anything with your company and not mine? Our association implied marketing care" he said scanning over the papers "If that's what he wanted I could perfectly give him the marketing he needed"

"He clearly specifies in there that he doesn't want anything with our marketing because I now it's part of Maxwell Inc. which means he hates you" I said sitting down on the blue sofa

"This is not possible! Why doesn't he want to be part of my company? And why would he want yours to make the marketing?" he asked totally confused while reading the papers

"Because he clearly doesn't like your company" I stated

"I know" he said taking a deep breath "why?"

"Maybe he knows you are a cold emotionless man," I said plainly making him roll his eyes

"I'm serious"

"So am I"

"What does your small business have that mine doesn't? Why is he so strict on this?" he questioned taking his hands to his head

"I don't know he was your client"

"Future client. I have no information or so about him" he said in distress or so I presume because I can't see any emotion on that face of his, just anger sometimes when he looks at me. Glad I made an impression.

"I'm sure you can know more"

"What am I am FBI agent?"

"You couldn't even if you tried" I said thinking about him as an agent

"Eleonora!" he shouted scaring me "stop joking! This is Maxwell Inc.'s way for Europe, Bourbon Wine is the ticket for entering a new world, I need this company in my hand"

"What do you want me to do? I can't magically find the man and ask him why he doesn't want to have anything with you" I replied

"Send him another email, ask him why he doesn't want to collaborate anymore" he demanded, gathering the papers

"What am I? Your assistant? Ask Connor" I said

"It's your department, Executive Chief of Marketing" he responded making his point, I rolled my eyes at how correct he was. I did not know what this man had but I just wanted to contradict every single thing he said just to piss him off, especially after my pancakes. That thought made me pout to myself.

"Urgh, fine" I let out in defeat, I walked to his secretary to take the papers away but he quickly grabbed them

"I need this"

"Make yourself a copy of it then"

"Fine" he pressed the button on his phone and quickly a knock was heard

"You called Mr.Maxwell?"

"Connor make me a copy of this papers" he said extending the papers in Connor's direction, he quickly walked to the front of the desk and took the papers vanishing in seconds

"You can't make yourself a copy of 5 papers?"

"Did I ask your opinion about how I do my work?" he question tilting his head with a raised eyebrow yet the rest of his face was monotone

"Your so despicable its nerve-wracking" I commented

"Thank you"

"It's not a compliment"

"For me it is"

"Urgh" I groaned watching his smirk

"It's about the pancakes?"

"It's not about the freaking pancakes! If you touch the pancakes again I will -"

Ring Ring Ringg

He looked at the phone ringing at then back at me "You will what?"

Ring Ring Ringg

"Answer the phone"

Ring Ring Ringg

"I don't want to, what will you do?" he questioned curiously

"Are you testing me?"

"I'm curious "

Infuriated by that annoying sound I quickly walked to the desk and grabbed the phone picking it up

"WHAT?" I asked a bit angry

"Mr.Maxwell is Elleonora there?"

"It's me smartass"

"Calm down girl" I heard Miles say and so did Blaze because he put it on speaker. I lowered the phone waiting for Miles explanation to call " I am so sorry to interrupt girl I know your with your man probably having a blast-"

During Miles talking I saw Blaze raising his eyebrow while looking at me

"Did I call right in the moment? Where you almost there ?"

What the hell is he talking about? That's when I look at the little smirk planted on Blaze's face.

"For Christ's Sake Miles!"

"Ok ok I got it. I will call later"

"No! Talk now! I am not doing whatever you think I am" I said angrily

"Ok jeez. Something arrived for you and it's quite interesting I thought you wanted to know" Miles responding

"Is your assistant always so vague?" Blaze whispered to me, I mocked an inaudible fake laugh at him

"What is it?"

"An velvet bourbon envelope sealed in golden wax. It's fancy"

"Bourbon?" Blaze asked

"A dark to reddish brown, I know my colors" Miles responded

I frowned my eyebrows quickly "Who send it?"

"Mister Bocado? No, sorry Brocado, Brocatto!" he said emphasizing the T "Sounds french"

"Italian" Blaze corrected

"For me?" I questioned

"Yup, Eleonora Hart"

"I'm coming" I said, what could possibly Mr.Brocatto want? And... An envelope that's very formal

"Ah! I knew it" I heard Miles from the other line

"I'm coming there to you, gosh Miles you need serious help" I turned the phone and ran to the elevator wanting desperately to see that envelope. I took a deep breath trying to exhale all the bad energies that Blaze gave me but for some reason it looked like it wasn't working like usually did.

I looked around-

"What are you doing here?" I questioned looking at the man in the suit standing at the other side of the elevator

"Seeing the envelope"

"It's for me"

"It's from Mr.Brocatto"

"It doesn't change the fact that it is for me" I said shrugging my shoulders

"It's from the boss of Bourbon Wine, I need to see it!"

"I don't think so. It's private."

"I'm your boss... I will see that envelope" he said I rolled my eyes walking out of the elevator and seeing the envelope balancing in Miles fingers

"It's private, boss. It's for me Eleonora not for the company"

"Well, I'm your husband" he responded, I gave him a side look and hurriedly walked to the reception to find Miles and my mom?

"Mom? " I asked she was with her whisky in hand and eating from the plate of cucumbers on top of Miles balcony "I told you not touch anything"

"In your office" she completed, well she wasn't definitely wrong

"I will deal with you later" I looked at the envelope in Miles hand " give me that "

"Ok?" he gave me the envelope, more like I took it from him because he was so slow

"No welcome?" he said but I quickly ran to my office

"Thanks" I said while running and I still her Blaze talking

"Good Morning Mrs. Hart"

I closed the door and quickly opened the envelope. A velvet envelope. This is some rich thing with gold wax and all.

Knock kock

"Eleonora"

Knock knock

"Open the door"

"I don't think so" I answered back while gently opening the envelope, inside was white card with a gold frame around it.

"Eleonora!"

"To Mrs. Eleonora Hart" oh so kind

"ELEONORA" instead that one outside

"Eleonora!?"

"GOSH! I can't concentrate with your annoying voice!" I said walking to the door and opening it up, making Blaze appear and rapidly look for me. I closed the door behind us not wanting to fuel my worker's imaginations.

"It's here!" I said shaking it "Sit, I'll read it "

He stood in the same place not having it

"We'll read it together"

Again no answer

"Fine, sit when you want" I said walking to the pink couch and sitting on it. Seconds later he sat down next to me and I placed the envelope on the table near the empty crystal whiskey bottle. Gosh mom.

You're invited to

OUR 30th WEDDING ANNIVERSARY
August, 10 at 15:00 pm
Bourbon VineYard

Blanca & Alfonso
Bourbon

"What is this?" Blaze questioned taking the paper and seeing it's back looking for something else

"It's a weeding anniversary invitation" I answered plainly rolling my eyes. I saw him in spectating the card to see if it had any other message

I grabbed it out of his hands "Did that thing I said about you being a FBI agent got into you or what?" he looked at me wit a blank face

"It's just an invitation, nothing more"

"This doesn't make sense" he said standing up "Why would the shed that to the person who they don't want to work with anymore?"

"Well technically they don't want to work with you" I recalled while watching him walk from one side to other"Plus, it's an anniversary it's not about work"

"It's alway about work"he said stopping and looking at me "In this kind of bussiness, when you have such massive influence on media and people outside... it's always about work"

"Well, maybe for once you're wrong and they are actually just celebrating their weeding" I stated. This man always saw work in everything it's like his mind doesn't know any other words

"I've been in these side of the business for a long time I know perfectly well how it works"

"Sure, you do"I got up and walked to my desk "Have you ever thought that maybe just maybe not every one that is rich thinks about work? At least the way you do?"

"No, because in 27 years I never saw a rich person doing this public things for simply-" he started gesticulating his hands, trying to find the word for his phrase

I raised an eyebrow on unamused at his lack emotional reality "love?"

"That. Maybe yes"

I rolled my eyes already annoyed at his presence and his obsession with work "How can you be so concentrated in work and work only, other people have lives"

"What do you mean?"He questioned looking at me

"Your work ethic needs to soften" I said his index instantly came up pointing to me it looked like he was about to say something but my mother interrupted

"Honey do you have another whiskey of that?" My mom asked

"Well, your work ethic needs to raise" Blaze said taking the invitation

"Am I interrupting?" My mom asked

"No, Mrs. Hart you are not" Blaze mentioned walking near the door where my mother was "Oh and we are going" he said waving the velvet envelope.

Great, an romantic escape to Italy somebody save me from this misery.