Ellison And Joycelyn: A Love Beyond The Rules

Chapter 40 Chapter 40 The office buzzed with a mix of tension and routine when Selene broke the monotony with her signature cheeky grin Leaning forward conspiratorially, she teased. "Joycelyn, the way you were acting just now-if I didn't already know you had a boyfriend, I might have thought there was something going on between you and Mr. Grant" Joycelyn's heart skipped a beat, the playful accusation hitting too close to home. Her cheeks flushed, and she quickly averted her gaze.

Her thoughts whirled in a chaotic loop.

I need to stay away from him from now on. Selene's already picking up on something-I can't let my guard down now! Joycelyn resolved silently.

Before Joycelyn could respond, Aurelia Finch, their no-nonsense team leader, glanced over with a wry smile. "Selene, quit stirring the pot. Poor Joycelyn looks like she's about to faint. Next time, how about I assign you to present to Mr. Grant directly! Give you a chance to get close." Selene immediately waved her hands in protest. "No, no, no! Aurelia, please spare me. I'm terrified of him!" Joycelyn finally let out a small laugh, though it was more from relief than amusement. "Next time, I'll gladly pass the honor to you," she said, half-joking.

Anything to avoid him, she thought to herself, the mere idea making her stomach tighten.

The office was unusually quiet that afternoon until a sharp chbroke the monotony.

Linda Lorne, their ever-demanding department head, had suddenly issued a new directive in the group chat: [Plan a grand birthday party. Everyone must draft a detailed proposal.] [Submission deadline: Before tomorrow noon.] Joycelyn frowned as she read the message, irritation flickering across her face.

It was the first tLinda had reached out in days, resurfacing after her latest debacle.

The collaboration Linda had worked so hard to secure had been unceremoniously shut down by Ellison, and the involved partner company was now embroiled in legal trouble. Joycelyn didn't need details to know Ellison's handiwork was all over it.

Still, Linda had escaped relatively unscathed-apart from her authority being halved and shared with Aurelia. Yet here she was, back to assigning busywork.

Jocelyn remembered overhearing Ellison on the phone that morning. His voice, calm but firm, carried through the corridor. "The surveillance in the private room has malfunctioned," he had said. Although it was merely a passing comment, Joycelyn could deduce that this was why Linda escaped relatively unscathed.

She didn't dwell on it for long. After all, the incident had been her own slip-up, and Ellison stepping in to handle the fallout was a gesture she hadn't expected. If anything, she felt grateful-he had taken the trouble to protect her dignity and settle the score on her behalf.

As for Linda, her direct supervisor, that was a different matter altogether. Their relationship, strained yet functional. required careful balancing. Linda was far from someone Joycelyn could challenge or risk alienating. For now, diplomacy was her best weapon, even if it meant swallowing her pride and playing along.

Chapter 40 "A birthday party? Linda's snagged another side gig through her connections, and now she wants us to pitch in for her benefit Selene was the first to speak, her voice tinged with annoyance.

It was clear she wasn't thrilled about the prospect of added workload.

After all, no one among the working class would willingly play the lackey.

That was, until Linda dropped the bombshell: It was a party for Ellison's birthday, and they were all expected to make extra effort:| Joycelyn thought to herself, 'Ellison's birthday?" Joycelyn glanced at her phone, her thumb hovering over the nEllison displayed on the screen. "Our Mr. Grant?" she asked, puzzled.

She had been at the company for two years and had never once heard of him throwing a birthday party.

"I think so," Aurelia chimed in, always the informed veteran.

"He was born this month, although I'm not sure of the exact date," Aurelia remarked. "He's always been quite private when it comes to personal details" Joycelyn was momentarily taken aback, but the surprise lasted only a second before two thoughts surfaced in quick succession.

His birthday was coming up-that much was obvious. Should I get him a gift? Joycelyn couldn't ignore the thought. It lingered, tugging at her with a strange mix of curiosity and hesitation.

After all, she'd caused him plenty of trouble recently.

She'd been meaning to repay him somehow, but Ellison's reso anything meaningful.

Yet now, fate seemed to have handed her the perfect opportunity.

and capabilities made it impossible to do Suppressing a grin, Joycelyn unlocked her phone and quickly searched online: Best birthday gifts for men.

The results left her frozen in disbelief. She blinked at the questionable suggestions flooding her screen, the faint smile on her lips vanishing in an instant.

"Typical Linda," Selene muttered, cutting through Joycelyn's thoughts. "She's probably using this as an excuse to suck Mr. Grant and claw her way back to relevance. Meanwhile, we're the ones stuck doing the grunt work." ty to "Don't forget, even if she doesn't claw her way back, we're still stuck as her grunts, Joycelyn said dryly, earning a tic groan from Selene.

"Joycelyn, sweetie, your words cut sharper than a knife!” Selene clutched her chest in mock despair. “If only I had connections! If I'd studied harder and gotten into the suniversity as Mr. Grant's, I wouldn't be stuck here!" Selene sighed tically, completely ignoring the fact that Linda's assistant, Anna Davidson was within earshot.

"You think everyone is as exceptional as Linda? You're destined to be nothing more than her underling," Anna shot back sharply, her voice laced with disdain.

Her unwavering loyalty to Linda was evident, as if she lived solely to execute her every command without hesitation.

Rie, 11 Feb Chapter 40 Selene rolled her eyes. "Oh, please. Like you're any better. At the end of the day, we're all just employees" "At least I'm the director's assistant," Anna retorted, her smugness palpable. Unlike you, who lacks Joycelyn's charm o Aurelia's experience. You're nothing but dead weight" 521 Selene snorted. "You're not an assistant-you're a bootlicker. Save your for someone who cares. I'm not playing this 'mean girls' game' "Selene's one of a kind." Joycelyn interjected with a calm smile. Completely irreplaceable" Aurelia stood up and calmly poured herself a glass of water, taking a small up before speaking Thstead of wasting tim bickering, why not channel that energy into something productive Like drafting a couple more birthday proposals for your dear Director Lome. Her tone was measured, but the hint of sarcasm in her words landed with precision silencing the ro for a brief moment.

Anna let out a dismissive snort, her tone dripping with arrogance. "Unlike you lot. I am someone the C20 trily values she declared, crossing her arms with a smug grin. “Of course, you can't compare. The CEO never celebrates his birthday, and only those close to him would know the date. When the tcomes, you'll all be left green with ey Her words hung in air, brimming with self-importance, as she cast a condescending glance around the room clearly reveling in her supposed superiority.

Joycelyn exchanged a glance with Aurelia and Selene, a silent understanding passing between them. Without another word they chose not to engage with Anna's shallow, self-serving remarks.

The tension in the air shifted, as they moved on, uninterested in wasting any more energy on her petty jabs Unable to resist, Joycelyn quickly typed out a message to Ellison: [When's your birthday!] Ellison's phone buzzed in his hand, and he glanced down to see Joycelyn's nflashing on the screen. Ellison, who never cared much for birthdays had, for once, opened his calendar and replied: [In two days.] Surprised, she quickly sent a shocked emoji followed by a congratulatory one.

After deliberating for a moment, she decided to be direct and asked: [What do you want for your birthday?] Ellison read her message, his gaze lingering on it for a brief moment.

He then replied in a matter-of-fact tone: (I don't like celebrating birthdays.] Joycelyn felt a bit awkward, and before she could stop herself, she sent a simple [Oh] Her fingers hovered over the screen, uncertainty hanging in the air.

The conversation was devoid of any subtlety or surprise-just the dry simplicity of two people, as straightforward as ever Ellison put his phone down, getting back to his work with little more than a flicker of a response to her message.

Joycelyn, too, returned to her own tasks, focused on the project that had her burning the midnight oil, racing to meet deadlines.

Their team wasn't involved in the birthday planning that Linda had mentioned; instead, Anna's team was pulling the overtfor that task.

By the t8 PM rolled around, Joycelyn, Serene and Aurelia were finally punching out 52% Chapter 40 As soon as she powered down her computer, her phone buzzed. It was a message from Ellison: [Still working?] She swiftly replied: (Just finished up, heading hnow.) He responded with a simple: JOK.1 Joycelyn tucked her phone away and headed down to the underground parking lot with Selene and Aurelia It had started to rain, and Joycelyn offered to drop Selene off on the way.

Joycelyn slid into her small Wuling Bingo car, its cute design making it a mafor compliments. Selene, riding shotgun. immediately began gushing, "What an adorable car! I'm definitely saving up for one of these," she said, running her hands over the dashboard as if it a prized treasure.

Joycelyn chuckled, starting the engine. But as they pulled out, Selene turned her head and froze, her eyes locking on the car behind them.

"Wait, isn't that Mr. Grant's car?" she asked, pointing out the distinctive 6688 license plate on the sleek black Bentley Joycelyn glanced in the rearview mirror, her heart beat. It was indeed Ellison's car.

Pping a The Bentley kept pace with her modest little car, its powerful presence somehow unsettling as it trailed them at the sleisurely speed.

Joycelyn's initially lighthearted mood turned tense.

"Why is Mr. Grant driving so slowly? Is he tired?” Selene asked, peeking back with growing curiosity "Hey, is Mr. Grant going the sway as us?" Selene asked, surprised. "How cI've never noticed his car on my way hbefore?"

Her relentless chatter wasn't helping Joycelyn's already rising nerves. She was a new driver, and the sight of Ellison: imposing Bentley in her rearview mirror made her palms damp with sweat.

As they neared Selene's apartment complex, Joycelyn, her nerves frayed by the imposing black Bentley trailing closely behind, failed to notice a car abruptly cutting into her lane. In a panic, she jerked the steering wheel to avoid the collision, but it was too late.

Bang!

A dull thud echoed as her small car scraped against a sleek black Mercedes beside her. The tires m screeched as Joycelyn slammed on the brakes, her heart racing. The offending car that had forced her to swerve sped off, disappearing down the street without so much as a glance back. Its furious owner stormed out, his face a mask of rage. He marched straight to Joycelyn's window, fists pounding on the glass with enough force to rattle the frame.

"You stupid woman! How do you even drive? This is a brand-new car! Damn it! His face twisted in fury, and he glared at her like he might tear her apart.

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