#Chapter 18: Alston’s Secret

I spin around a large smile plastered on my face. “Alston,” I shake the bag of sandwiches, chips and sodas in his direction. “I made you lunch…well I brought you a late dinner, early dinner.” "Elise? What are you doing down here?" he asks, his hands snapping around my waist as he places a tentative kiss on my cheek. His eyes dart between me and the receptionist, “Anne?” “Oh I didn’t know this person knew you Alston,” The receptionist swiveled around her desk, a weary smile on her lips. “I was referring to her to Wilson’s Law Corp.” “Why,” Alston switches his attention to Anne, a hand placed casually in his pocket and he shrugs. “Did she ask to go to another organization, or did she ask for me?” Anne lets out a nervous laugh, looking around for nonexistent assistance, “Alston-” “Mr.Clayton,” Alston corrects her. His voice stern and to the point, she shifts on her feet looking down at the circles she makes on her desk. “Mr.Clayton,” she nods, peeking up at him. “I know you