His Eagle Eyes on Me

It was Sunday, and Avery did not get out of bed until it was ten thirty in the morning.

It was the first time she had slept in at Elliot's house.

When she walked out of the room, the group of men in the living room shifted their gaze toward her. 1

Avery was dressed in a loose nightgown with her disheveled hair falling to her shoulders, framing her clean, spotless face, i

She did not expect Elliot to have guests that day. 1

Elliot and his guests stared sternly at her as if they did not expect her to suddenly appear. 2

Something snapped in Avery's head. 1

When she realized the awkward situation she was in, she instantly turned around and made her way back to her room. 1

At that moment, Mrs. Cooper walked over and pulled her in the direction of the dining room. 4

"You must be hungry, Madam. You were sleeping soundly when I went to your room earlier, so I didn't wake you." 1

"Those people... Who are they?" Avery stammered.

"They're friends of Master Elliot. They came to visit him. Don't worry. It's fine even if you don't greet them,

"answered Mrs. Cooper. 5

"Okay," Avery responded. 2

She did not even greet Elliot when she saw him, why would she greet his friends? 2

If she had known that he was having guests over, however, she would have woken early and spent the whole day out. 1

Elliot's friends in the living room were very interested in Avery.

"Elliot, why's that young girl staying with you? Is she a caretaker? Or maybe..."

"We're all adults here. Elliot is a man, after all. It's normal to have a young lady in his house! Ha ha!" 3

When Elliot did not respond, everyone shut their mouths and dropped the subject. 4

"Do you guys know Avery Tate from Tate Industries? They say she's Jack Tate's daughter-" 2

"I know. She called me Friday night asking for an investment, but I hung up before she could finish talking." 2

"She really is something. What does her father's debt have to do with her? She must be insane for jumping into this mess!" 2

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room, Avery listened to the discussion in the living room with mixed

done with breakfast, she took her laptop and went to a nearby cafe to work on her thesis.

she had limited abilities. She needed to focus on her

received a new email around four in

her cup of coffee on the table after reading its contents and then read the email

signed 'Mr. Z'.

contents stated his interest in Tate Industries' new product. He wanted to learn more about it and would invest if the meeting went

was filled

apart from the fact that

Industries, he could have just set up a meeting at the

consideration, Avery replied

this a new

came

have quite the sense of humor, Miss Tate. Here's proof of

file attached to the

Avery opened the file, her eyes

was a screenshot of a bank account showing he had

the image and did the calculations in her head many times before she

her heart raced. Her hands were trembling as

this going overboard? Who would have two hundred

bank account number, and I'll bank in a deposit

advanced into? All you need is a bank account number

respond to Avery's last

Avery sent him a screenshot

cou only receive funds,

matter if he turned out to

her lips and waited for a

notification on her phone

opened up the notification and saw that Mr. Z

... 4

at the cafe that Avery was at

Did this Mr. Z really send you eight hundred thousand

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Shaun was ecstatic. 1

You should set an appointment with him and talk face to

gave me was an address and asked me to meet him on Friday

me, too. I'll go

"Okay," Avery responded. 2

appearance allowed Avery to temporarily put the issue of Tate Industries' impending doom

she could not help but wonder about the identity of Mr. Z, and

met her. Did he have too much money on his hands, or was he really that interested in Tate Industries? 3 Whatever it was, Avery

the blink