Semua Bab A Key to the CEO's Heart: Bab 11 - Bab 20

My name is Henry Iverson. On my first day at work as the architectural designer of Minerva, I find myself becoming the CEO’s secretary instead. Now that I recall, I finally understand their odd feedback they gave me that day during the interview session on my decision of applying for THAT position on that application form. And I see why they need a new CEO secretary, because the one who was interviewing me is expecting a labour, and I am here to take her place as the new CEO secretary! While I am still sinking in my thoughts, the huge wooden doors next to the desk are suddenly opened, pulling me back to my senses. There, as the doors are opened, a fair man in short blonde hair comes out from the office. I&rsqu

The light swirls in my eyes a little as I blink my eyes twice, “Do you like my pink handbag?” I know it, he kept looking at it when I first arrived, he is jealous about my pink handbag! “I hate it.” Huh? What? But! “It looks horrible. If you haven't realized, your bag is embarrassing me, and it is causing a huge damage to the company’s image.” Shh! She can hear you! And who are you to say that to my lovely pink handbag!? What the hell is this dude talking? What does he know about women's bags!? “Take this card.” boldly, he throws a Centurion Black Card on the table, the card slides for a bit until it hit

The next morning, I wake up much earlier than usual and get prepared for work. I take a cab and arrive at the company at six thirty, which I am extremely certain that Jamie is not going to be any earlier than me. However, just as I reach my desk, I see lights seeping out of the gap of the huge wooden doors. Jamie is now inside the office. Oh no, oh no, oh no. What time did he enter? Ain’t he the boss? Why would he need to be here so early? How long has he been in there? Did he even go home yesterday? Did he sleep in the office? How is it possible for me to be here earlier than him? What time exactly should I be here for the rest of my days!? No! If I

Afternoon sun shines, people are walking out of their office buildings and walking into the streets like swarms of bees, heading to where they need to take their meals. I am currently sitting in the driver seat of a Mercedes-Benz S-Class. My tight skirt almost spit into half when I spread my legs. I place my hand on the steering and place my foot on the brake pedal. Wickedly, I smirk at Jamie who is sitting at the back through the rear view mirror. If only my eyes can talk——Brace yourself, Jamie. For the first time of my life, I am going to drive in high heels. Just by the moment I am ready to start the car, I pull the gear and release the brake. However, just a second before the moment I am going to move my foot to the accelerator pedal, my ankle bends to the ri

As he hears me, Jamie shows me a disgusted face and squints at me in suspicion, “Did you sneeze in the paper bag?” he asked.   I shake my head, “Of course not.” or should I? How about next time?   After I mention it, Jamie cranes his neck and takes a look at the paper bag I put down on the front passenger seat.   “Why is there only one paper bag?” curiously, he asks, “Did you get yourself a meal?”   Did I get myself a meal? Wait. Should I get myself a meal?   Oh. Now that I think of it, he said I need to work when he is working, and naturally that means I should have a meal when he is having! It was so intense to get Jamie his lunch that I totally forgot ab