MasukAnnie stepped out of Jeremy's office and shut the door behind her.She stood there for a moment, staring at the polished wooden surface as though she could somehow see through it and understand what went on inside the mind of the man she had just left.A frustrated breath escaped her.Unbelievable.She started walking towards her section, her mind replaying every word Jeremy had said.Of all the things he could have done, he had chosen to make her his secretary. And not only that, he expected her to continue with her regular responsibilities as though nothing had changed.Annie pressed her lips together.What an incredibly unreasonable man.She could still hear his cool voice telling her that she could resign if she wasn't prepared to handle both positions.Resign.The word alone was enough to irritate her all over again.Did he honestly think people could simply walk away from their jobs whenever things became difficult? It was easy for someone like him to make such statements. He ha
For a few seconds, neither of them spoke.Jeremy sat behind his large mahogany desk, holding the tablet in one hand. His attention remained fixed on the damaged screen, where the dark ink stain had spread across the display. He turned it slightly, examining the damage before placing it on the desk.Annie stood opposite him, her fingers clasped together. The silence was becoming increasingly uncomfortable, especially with Jeremy's attention still on the tablet.He eventually lifted his eyes to her.“You damaged it.”It wasn't a question.Annie nodded. “I'm sorry, sir. I didn't mean to.”Jeremy leaned back in his chair. His expression remained composed, revealing very little about what was going through his mind. His dark hair was neatly styled, and his expensive shirt sat perfectly against his broad shoulders. Even in the quiet atmosphere of his office, he carried an intimidating presence.His deep blue eyes settled on her.“It's an expensive device.”“I know, sir. I'm really sorry. It
Annie was still standing when the door finally opened.Jeremy walked in, and a sudden chill ran down her spine at the sight of him.He didn't acknowledge her immediately. He walked straight to his desk, placed a folder he was holding beside his computer and settled into his chair. He loosened his wrist slightly before checking his watch, as though he had somewhere else to be.Annie remained standing.After a moment, he lifted his head and turned his attention to her.His eyes travelled slowly from her face to the rest of her appearance, taking in every detail. He studied her with an unusual intensity, his expression giving nothing away.Annie adjusted her posture, suddenly conscious of how she was standing.She couldn't understand what he was looking for. His gaze moved over her face again, lingering for a few seconds before travelling downwards.It wasn't the first time she had been in his presence, but something about the way he was looking at her made this encounter different.She
Jeremy said nothing.He simply stood behind his desk, his expression giving Annie nothing to work with. His eyes moved from the scattered documents to her face. There was no visible anger or irritation. Somehow, that made the situation worse.Mr. Andrew, the visitor in his late twenties, leaned back in his chair with an amused smile.“Your secretary is quite a lot,” he remarked, glancing at Annie. “How do you manage?”The other visitor said nothing, offering a small, knowing smile as he watched the exchange quietly unfold.Jeremy did not respond.Annie wished he would. Even a sharp reprimand would have been easier to handle than the silence settling around the room. She lowered her eyes and concentrated on gathering the papers, careful not to let her hands shake any more than they already were.She picked up the last sheet, straightened the papers against the folder, and checked that nothing had been left behind. Then she stepped towards the table.“I'll put these here, sir,” she said
Jeremy walked ahead, with Annie following a few feet behind him, carrying his tablet, phone and a leather folder.They arrived at a set of double doors, and one of the security personnel immediately opened them.Inside was a private reception reserved for important guests and high-level business meetings.The space was beautifully designed, with floor-to-ceiling glass windows overlooking the city. Elegant leather sofas, marble-topped tables and contemporary furniture gave the room a sophisticated urban feel. Warm lighting complemented the neutral interiors, while a modern art piece added character to one of the walls.Everything about the place spoke of understated luxury.Two men were already seated in the reception area, with glasses of water and coffee arranged neatly on the table before them.One appeared to be in his late twenties, while the other was in his mid-thirties.Both were impeccably dressed.The younger man wore a well-fitted olive-green suit over a black shirt, paired
Annie stepped into the office, and the door clicked shut behind her.Her heart beat hard against her ribs. Jeremy Whitmore sat behind his desk, studying a document. He did not acknowledge her immediately, and the silence made her nerves worse.When he finally raised his eyes, his gaze settled on her.Something about her face seemed familiar. He was certain he had seen her somewhere, but the memory would not come. He studied her for another second, then set the document aside.Her appearance was strikingly different from the two occasions she had served him at the Velvet Room. There, attendants wore heavier makeup and seductive outfits as part of the establishment's standard. Here, Annie's hair was neatly pulled back, her makeup was light, and her cream blouse and black trousers gave her a polished, professional look.Even dressed simply, she was stunningly beautiful.Annie stood in front of his desk, hands clasped together to keep them still. Jeremy's attention made her increasingly c







