Party Plan

"Bad boy, I won't bother with you for now. I'm going out!" Hannah laughed, then turned and ran outside.

Brandon watched her retreating figure, his gaze growing colder. He had never felt such loathing for her before.

Once, Hannah was the object of his intense pursuit. They used to sneak around, have secret dates, and those times were thrilling and sweet.

But now, all he felt for Hannah was disgust. Her pretense, her hypocrisy, it all became so clear to him.

Whatever, he thought. One step at a time. Brandon decided that if he did manage to win over Ella, he would cut ties with Hannah completely.

...

It was past eight in the evening, and Eric was still working late at the office.

Ella arrived at the reception desk with his favorite cream of mushroom soup. "Could you please let him know that Ella is here to see the president?" she said calmly to the receptionist.