Chapter 273 A Portrait of Elliot

"Is there anything else that you think needs some changes?" Anastasia asked.
"Nope. This draft will do. Send it to Felicia right away and have it made." Elliot put down the draft and noticed a pile of other draft papers. "What else are you working on?"
"Um… N-Nothing," she stuttered as she walked toward the window to open it and leave it ajar upon finishing her words. After all, she wanted to experience the chilly breeze grazing across her cheeks, but when she did that, she was greeted by a strong rush of wind that flew into the room. For that, the papers on her desk were scattered all over the place, except the one that was pinned down earlier.