Chapter 9. She is very deserving.
"It's all taken care of, Mother."
Elias's gaze fell on Yuan Ning. Good, she was still wearing that old Dior dress.
poor girl.
Yuan Ning saw her employer raise an eyebrow slightly. She couldn't tell whether the other party was satisfied or dissatisfied with her attire, but she had certainly shown the utmost sincerity.
Without lingering on her employer's face for long, Yuan Ning quickly extended her hand to him: "Hello, Mr. Elias van der Berg, I am Wynne Meng, it's a pleasure to work with you."
Wynne's black eyes were full of focus and fearlessness; she was very deserving.
Elias did not reach out immediately, but let her hand linger in the air for a brief moment.
Before Yuan Ning could feel slighted, he had already reached out and gently grasped the first half of her fingers with only the tips. The handshake was controlled with restraint and politeness, but Yuan Ning could feel the other's sincerity.
"Ms. Meng, your Dior is beautiful."
"Thank you," Yuan Ning smiled.
The distance closed in an instant and then receded in another, allowing Yuan Ning to see his handsome face clearly.
Yuan Ning wasn't the kind of obedient girl who had never even held a boy's hand. In fact, she had held the hands of many boys since she was a child.
She was always proud whenever she aroused the admiration of the boys in her class.
But Elias's hands were different from those of the other boys; he was a type of man Yuan Ning had never encountered before.
That kind of man. A man who's on a completely different level from her past.
His fingertips were dry and slightly cool. He left in an instant, and Yuan Ning didn't have time to feel more, but the aftertaste was unforgettable, and she wanted to do it again.
Theodora walked out: "Alright, Elias, please take good care of your new employee, Ms. Meng, and also synchronize your electronic calendar with her. I'll be leaving now."
"Yes, Mother."
Yuan Ning then noticed that in this mansion where fireplaces burned everywhere, Elias was wearing an extremely soft light gray cashmere sweater, the fine texture of the cashmere conforming to the muscle lines of his chest and shoulders, and light gray Neapolitan trousers.
Yuan Ning studied tailoring. The way Neapolitan trousers are cut is to accentuate the hip line. The buttons of the trousers are designed at the back waist, and the belt will be tightened at the back waist. When the buttons are fastened, the two trouser legs still hang smoothly. The soft cashmere sweater also gathers and folds on the hips. It is a very homely outfit, but still extremely elegant.
Yuan Ning was also carrying a professional-looking briefcase containing some documents and her iBook.
Elias reached out his hand to Yuan Ning, but unfortunately, this time it wasn't to shake her hand.
"Ms. Meng, please come with me."
This is a "please" gesture.
Yuan Ning was bewildered by Elias's behavior and words; he was too gentlemanly, and a gentleman from two hundred years ago.
He led Yuan Ning away from the dressing room and towards the study.
Elias pushed open a heavy door covered in dark green leather and stepped aside to let her go first.
Stepping inside, the walls are covered in dark green velvet, absorbing all noise, like entering a bottomless forest lake, where there is absolute tranquility.
Beneath my feet was a huge, dark-colored Persian carpet; stepping on it with my leather shoes felt like falling into the clouds.
Driven by a certain excitement, Yuan Ning wanted to grasp something.
But as far as the eye could see, there was only her employer, Mr. Elias van der Berg.
Elias van der Berg has a cold, clear, and elegant appearance, but at his core is a powerful force that can bewitch people.
She wanted to say to Elias, "Sir, your study is so big and beautiful, I love it."
However, out of politeness and to avoid offending the other party, she could only remain silent.
"Please have a seat, Ms. Meng."
Yuan Ning felt that the way the other party addressed her was too formal, and that few young people would speak like that nowadays, so she couldn't help but say, "Mr. Elias van der Berg, you can just call me Wynne."
The two sat down on two high-backed velvet chairs facing each other, the backs made of horsehair, the towering backs forming an elegant curve at their sides. Between them was a low, round black walnut coffee table with graceful Capri-style curved legs, clearly an antique piece of furniture from the Georgian era.
Yuan Ning is grateful for her own outstanding achievements in art history, and she can talk about everything here with great enthusiasm.
On the antique coffee table sat Elias's computer. He looked up, his icy blue eyes meeting hers. Yuan Ning almost took back what she had just said when she heard him smile and say, "Of course, Miss Wynne. By the way, you don't have to call me by my full name."
Yuan Ning thought he would say that it was fine to call him "Elijas".
Please call me 'boss'.
Yuan Ning's smile froze for a moment, almost imperceptibly. Her dark eyes, always brimming with wisdom and intelligence, blinked. "OK, my boss."
Those eyes seemed to say, "Boss, I'll show you that I'm a very obedient and good employee. Hiring me will definitely be the right decision!"
If Elias weren't so adept at reading people's minds, he might have believed her.
Yuan Ning also took out her laptop from her briefcase and placed it on the antique coffee table opposite Elias's.
She soon received Elias's schedule in her email. Yuan Ning opened the attachment and saw a densely packed schedule on the screen, listing all the occasions Elias would be attending next week. Yuan Ning needed to choose suitable outfits for these occasions.
“Boss,” she quickly got into character, the title sounding very professional and even a little coquettish, a reflection of Yuan Ning’s own admiration for power, “Next Wednesday, you need to attend the Sutton College charity board luncheon, and in the afternoon you need to head to TBC for an informal meeting with a blockchain startup.”
Her fingertips slid smoothly across the mouse, her sharp and agile gaze sweeping over each line: "The dress requirements for these two occasions are almost completely opposite. The former requires dignity and authority, while the latter requires conveying an open and forward-thinking message. In my understanding, I would call that style... a sense of high intelligence."
The girl, who was still just getting credits at the academy, seemed completely unfazed in front of Elias; she even dared to dress him herself.
Elias did not interrupt, but simply leaned back slightly in the high-backed chair, his long fingers crossed on his knees, signaling her to continue.
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