The Girl Bumped to Him Is Pregnant novel (Anastasia)

Chapter 162

Catching her sighing, Elliot, who was sitting beside her, asked curiously, “What’s wrong?”

“Because of you, my full attendance bonus is gone now.” Anastasia blamed Elliot in its entirety; she wouldn’t have been sleepless if it weren’t for him sleeping at her house last night.

If she hadn’t been sleepless, she wouldn’t have missed the slot to arrive at work on time.

“Are you that short on money?” he asked in an amused voice.

“Of course I am! Do you think everybody’s pockets are bursting at the seams with money like you? Us common folk spend every penny carefully, you know!” Anastasia rebuked.

Upon hearing that, Elliot wanted to make up for it, so he announced, “Then I’ll tell them to include your full attendance bonus for this month.”

Anastasia’s mood immediately turned for the better as she grinned ear to ear. “Are you serious?”

Elliot nodded and he hummed in response.

She was really over the moon now. Looking outside the car window, Anastasia could only think about the deal of the custom set of lock and key that would cost five million. With the deadline being the day after tomorrow, she had to quickly come up with a design.

Reaching the underground car park of the company, Anastasia ran the moment she got out of the car, because she did not want to get into the same elevator with a certain individual. After locking his car, Elliot snorted upon seeing the woman, who was still standing at the hallway of the elevator, disappear.

Already reaching her office, Anastasia then called Grace on the company line.

“Grace, could you come in for a moment?”

Thinking that she wanted coffee, Grace came in with a cup in her hands. “Miss Tillman, here’s your coffee. I added some creamer for you today, since you said that it was too bitter last time.”

Touched, Anastasia nodded as a reply. However, she still had to ask the necessary question.

“Grace, who was it that told you the president wanted to see me?” Anastasia asked seriously.

Blinking, Grace then thought about it for a while before answering, “It was Alex from the Planning Department that told me about it. She walked over to my desk with some documents in hand and told me that. Then, I relayed it to you immediately.”

“Did she tell you about who told her to do that?”

Shaking her head, Grace replied, “I didn’t ask. Do you want me now?”

Upon hearing that, Anastasia could only give up. “There’s no need for that. I was just asking because the president wasn’t in his office when I went over yesterday.”

It seemed like Hayley had planted her people deep enough to be able to use any assistant to inform Anastasia about this. The latter believed that the person called Alex was also being used by someone. As for who it was, it was possible to find the mastermind behind this if Anastasia really wanted to. However, not wishing to spook the individual and alerting them, she could only comfort herself by keeping a lookout for these kinds of things in the future.

Diving deep into designing, she first drafted up two drawings, one being the lock and the other being the key. A lot of couples liked this kind of concept, as the man’s heart often represented the lock, with it needing a gentle touch of the woman in the form of a key for the two parties to completely accept each other.

Because Anastasia had a very good inspiration, she got off to a smooth start and completed two detailed drawings. Instead of the normal sharp looking lock, the design of the lock was extremely exquisite with its smooth edges. Meanwhile, the key had an oval handle, and the bottom was thin. It had beautiful carvings on it, making it stand out.

Remembering the customer specifying about their initials, she then designed a logo at the side. It was an E and H, with a heart linking the two alphabets together.

Now that the rough draft was ready, Anastasia then started to draw them out on her computer, adding color and changing the details at the same time.

Suddenly, Grace knocked on her door. Pushing it open, she was seen accompanied by a worker, who had a beautiful bouquet in his hands as he asked, “Are you Miss

Tillman? These are for you.”

Upon seeing the flowers, Anastasia knew that it was from Nigel. It looked like he ignored her statement of not giving her any flowers. Text property © Nôvel(D)ra/ma.Org.

“Thank you. Please place them on the sofa,” Anastasia murmured with a smile.

After ten minutes, Grace knocked on her door once again. “Miss Tillman, there are flowers for you again.”

After saying that, another employee from a different florist then came in with a huge bouquet of roses that were obviously imported. The flowers themselves looked heavenly, and it was as if they

had just been freshly plucked.