Chapter 180
Chapter 180:
“Dallas! You look pale. You need sun. And you need to get married!” she announced, dropping her purse onto his desk.
“Hello, Grandmother,” Dallas sighed, placing his phone face down. “Good to see you too p>
“I met a lovely girl downstairs,” Gigi continued, pacing the room without pause. “Kind eyes. Helps old ladies pick up silver lockets on the side of the road. She has a boyfriend in Accounting p>
Dallas paused. “Accounting p>
“Yes. Wastes herself on a number-cruncher. He probably wears polyester blends,” Gigi sniffed. “You should steal her. She has backbone. I like backbone p>
The dots connected instantly. The girl with the kind eyes. The girl Gigi had encountered on the road. The girl currently hiding in a bathroom stall on the sixth floor.
Dallas suppressed a smirk. “What’s her name p>
“Eliza. Eliza… something.” Gigi waved a dismissive hand. “Solomon? Yes. Solomon p>
“I’ll keep an eye out for her,” Dallas said, rising and buttoning his jacket. “Actually, I need to go inspect Accounting. Right now p>
Gigi narrowed her eyes. “Since when do you inspect Accounting p>
𝗦аvе уоu𝗋 𝗳𝖺vo𝗋i𝘁𝖾 𝗻𝗈𝘷𝖾𝘭𝗌 on
“Since you told me to steal a girl,” Dallas said, and walked past her.
Five minutes later, the elevator doors opened on the sixth floor.
The department went silent. Chatter died. Typing stopped.
“Mr. Koch!” The department manager — a man named Tom — shot to his feet so quickly his chair rolled back and struck the wall.
Dallas ignored him. He scanned the room until he caught a flash of movement near the large potted ficus by the restrooms.
He walked straight over.
Eliza was peering out from behind the leaves, clutching her tote bag to her chest like a shield. Her eyes went wide the moment she saw him.
“I heard you’re looking for your boyfriend,” Dallas said, loudly enough to carry across the silent room.
Eliza turned a brilliant shade of red. “I found him. He’s busy p>
“Is he? Let’s ask him.” Dallas reached out and took her hand.
He pulled her toward the executive elevator.
“Mr. Koch?” Ben the accountant squeaked as they passed.
Dallas looked at him. Ben sat down immediately.
Inside the elevator, the doors slid shut and sealed them in privacy. Dallas immediately pressed Eliza back against the mirrored wall, his hands braced on either side of her head.
“Boyfriend in Accounting?” He raised one eyebrow, amusement flickering behind his eyes.
“I panicked! Gigi was there — she forced me off the elevator!” Eliza said, breathless.
“Gigi wants me to steal you from your boyfriend,” Dallas said, a low chuckle escaping. He leaned in until his nose grazed hers.
“She tried to set me up with you,” Eliza laughed, the last of the tension dissolving. “She said you were single and rich p>
“She’s half right,” Dallas murmured. He pressed the button for the garage.
“Where are we going?” Eliza asked.
“To prove to my grandmother that I stole you p>
The elevator descended smoothly. When the doors opened onto the VIP garage, Gigi was in the process of climbing into the back of her vintage Rolls Royce. Her driver stood holding the door.