7. Suicide Mission

"Do you want to suffer the same fate as the Savior crew? Even though as individuals they are professional, as a team they are very bad. Employees who hinder the company deserve to be drowned."

Frank's words made Kara swallow hard. Cold sweat began to bead on the back of her neck.

‘Is this what punishment other than dismissal means? Being drowned?’

Holding her breath, Kara watched the coffee she brewed. The CEO's anger would definitely double if he drank it. Kara would not only be expelled from the company, but also from life. The mission must be aborted immediately!

However, before Kara could move the cup, Frank had snatched it. The man apparently had hung up the phone. His throat was dry and needed refreshing.

"No!" Kara grabbed the cup.

"Aargh!"

Frank stood up and gasped at the secretary. Warm black liquid had stained his trousers, right in “that” part.

"... Kara Martin!"

Kara's life was almost ripped from her body. She wasn't ready to be drowned yet. With a quick movement, she pulled out several sheets of tissue and dropped her knees to the floor.

"I'm sorry, Sir! I'm sorry!"

Panic had washed away Kara's common sense. The girl quickly cleaned the stain. She was completely unaware of what she was rubbing.

At the same time, Jeremy and the guards burst in. They thought something was endangering the CEO. Frank had never groaned so loudly. However, when they found out what had happened, they were wide-eyed. Kara flinched and Frank blinked wordlessly.

"Sorry, Sir. We thought ... it was an emergency." Jeremy broke the silence.

Then, without warning, he and the guards left the room, leaving Frank and Kara still frozen in shock.

"You!" Frank shouted when he regained consciousness. Without pity, he pulled Kara's hair until she forced her head up. "You think I'm a cheap man who's easy to seduce?"

The tissue sheets in Kara's hand fell off. Grimacing in horror, she grabbed Frank's hand and shook her head as best she could.

"No, Sir. I didn't mean it. I was just afraid you'd be angry because I spilled coffee on your pants," Kara explained with trembling voice. Whether from embarrassment, a small amount of pain, or fear, her face turned red like a tomato.

"Of course I'm angry! I can't understand why Mrs. Bell could employ an incompetent secretary like you," Frank shouted right in front of Kara's face. The poor girl closed her eyes to avoid his terrible gaze.

"Sorry, Sir, but I have tried my best. If my performance is still disappointing, I am ready to be fired."

Suddenly, Kara felt a hot breath on her cheek. As she peeked, those gray eyes seemed ready to pounce on her.

"You think it's that easy to take responsibility for mistakes?"

Kara's heart almost exploded. That's what Jeremy warned about—punishment other than dismissal.

Imagining herself being put in a sack and then thrown into the sea, her face became even paler.

“I-if not being fired, then what?” She asked almost inaudibly. She still hoped for an answer other than being thrown into the sea or becoming shark food.

"From this moment on, every time you make a mistake, your salary will be cut by 10 percent!"

Kara spontaneously sighed in relief. She still had a chance to live and meet children! "Thank you, Sir. Thank You! I promise I won't make that mistake again.”

Seeing Kara's relieved expression, Frank's anger immediately turned to astonishment. On the first day alone, his new secretary had already provoked his emotions three times. With a pay cut that big, Kara wouldn't have earned a penny in four days. What makes her still able to smile?

"Not only that!" Frank added. “Every day, you have to sort incoming emails manually. The administration team will print it for you. If the next morning, your work is not on my desk, your minimum work period will be increased by ten days.”

The curve of Kara's lips turned downwards again. For a company as big as the Savior Group, there would be hundreds of emails coming in and there could be dozens that need to be forwarded to the CEO. How could she finish it on time? Frank must have deliberately overworked her.

"And starting tomorrow morning," Kara's eyebrows rose again, "prepare breakfast for me! If the menu you bring is not suitable, I will really crush you. Understand?"

Kara nodded stiffly. In her heart, she wondered what Frank meant by that. The more horrific scenarios she imagined, the greater her regret grew. Before negative thoughts crushed her spirit, she took a deep breath.

‘I can't give up. It's only three months. I have to be able to survive for the twins.’

"Okay! I will not disappoint you, Sir.”

From that moment on, Kara no longer argued against Frank's orders. She only focused on the pile of emails on her desk.

Even when Frank asked her to tidy up documents on the shelves, organize books, or other small, useless tasks, she carried them out swiftly. She just wanted to get home on time and celebrate her new job with the twins.

Unfortunately, when it was time to go home, the tasks were still piling up. Kara was forced to work overtime. The twins said they could wait. But when Kara arrived home, they were already asleep.

The next morning, Emily entered the kitchen, rubbing her eyes. Her thick hair was a bit messy. In her arms, there was a lemon plush that had a smiling face, hands, and legs.

"Mommy ...."

"Hello, Little Bee." Kara put down the knife then welcomed Emily into a hug. "Do you sleep well?"

Emily nodded lazily. "What time did Mommy come home last night? Why late?"

"Is that annoying CEO giving Mommy a hard time?" Louis continued as he entered the kitchen with his eyes half open. Without warning, he came into Kara's arms.

Hearing her son's chatter, Kara laughed wryly. She couldn't imagine how her little angel would react if he found out that Frank Harper was their father.

"Mommy just started to work at that company. It's natural that Mommy has a lot of work to do. Are you upset that we failed to party?"

"I'm not upset, just a little sad," Emily pinched the air with her tiny forefinger and thumb. "But Louis was angry. He kept saying that the evil CEO was the one who forbade Mommy to come home."

"Mommy, if the CEO is mean to you, just tell me. I can beat him," Louis clenched his fists in front of his face. His little muscles succeeded in making Kara laugh.

"You often mention that CEO. Do you know who he is?" Kara stroked her son's chubby cheek.

"I know." Louis nodded unexpectedly. "He's the person who leads the company. He's rich and has power. I knew that from the book Emily read yesterday in the library."

Getting a serious answer from Louis, Kara's eyebrows arched high. His eyes twinkled with pride and pity.

The twins' father was a rich CEO who was respected by many people, but his children had to live simply. They were even threatened with not being able to go to school.