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“I’m wondering which woman would want to put up with your shit.” “Don’t start with me this afternoon, I could still fire you if I wanted,” I smirked at him. By this time, the car had come to a stop in front of the office building. My dad had recently appointed me CEO of the Steele industries, so I was most times busy with my CEO duties. “You wouldn’t fire me though, I know that,” I could never fire him, that was true. He most times kept my sanity in check. “Speaking of which, the head secretary quit her job. I was called from human resources, and I was told the last one quit.”

The large mahogany desk, the floor-to-ceiling windows with a panoramic view of the city, and the luxurious leather armchairs all spoke of power and success. Sarah walked over to the CEO, who was sitting at his desk with his head buried in a stack of documents. "Mr. Hudson, I'd like to introduce you to your new secretary, Ivy," she said, smiling. The CEO looked up and their eyes met. A feeling of recognition washed over Ivy as she realized that she had met this man before, at a club, two nights ago.They had shared a passionate night together at his penthouse and she had never expected to see him here of all places, let alone as her new boss.

Now I would have to deal with at least twenty women begging for the job. ** "Hired. A woman about 32 years old, delicate, responsible, organized, experienced, and with a good record. That's all I need in one woman. "Thank you very much, from this moment on I will get up to speed, I will ask for the information with Grace and all her standards. Excuse me. I nodded and watched her walk away. I like her. I dialed Grace back from my desk. "I already have a secretary Grace, take care of her this afternoon.

Her brows furrowed but I just smiled widely to her. I found out that Jonathan Hill is my mom's secretary. That boy did really caught my mom's trust. I went out of my mom's office and looked around to find Jonathan's cubicle. I smirked when I saw him being busy with his monitor. "Jonathan Hill," I called his name and pulled out a chair in front of him. He looks shocked while staring at me. I crossed my legs and organized my sunglasses on my eyes. He looked at me with his wide eyes. He looks really a nerd. But this boy is the reason why I became Farris' secretary.

"His… secretary?" Mr. Scott clears his throat. "Vanessa. The lady who just left—she’s Mr. Grande’s new secretary." My eyes go wide. A what! A new secretary? After fucking me? The door suddenly bangs open. Evans, the assistant team leader, strides in without knocking, his words spilling fast and casual. "Sir, have you checked out the new secretary today? Damn—almost every guy on the thirty-ninth floor is already checking her out. I swear, she’s got the whole floor twisted. It makes me wonder if our new CEO himself is gonna hit on her."

Caspian Lund hadn't even had the chance to speak when his secretary already jumped in. "Ms. Leclair, I know you're older and can't handle alcohol, so I specially prepared this drink for you." I shot her a sharp glare and snapped, "Shut up. This isn't your place to speak." Instantly, Susie Winters shrank timidly behind Caspian. "Cas, why is Ms. Leclair so harsh? I didn't mean anything by it…"

She looks alarmed, eyes darting to the door, clutching the pad in her hands to her chest, I immediately feel awful for wording it that way. “What?” I shake my head. “You can relax, I’m very much into dicks, not chicks.” then it occurs to me that this might be too much information for a new secretary. Asher just let me say whatever so I’m not so clear what the correct protocols are in sharing stories like this. Mirabella looks relived now so maybe it’s good? Whatever, I'll never learn the right things to say to my secretary since I don’t plan to change secretaries, or stop fucking the real one.

I ordered. “Yes sir.” she carried Chelsea to her room immediately while I took some chips and orange juice to my room, I brought my laptop out to do some work. I really need a secretary just the way Chelsea needs a nanny. My phone rang, bringing me out of my thoughts, I frowned at the unknown number that was calling me. “Mr. Winthrop.” the caller said. “Yes, Who’s this?” “Am David Morgan sir and I heard you are looking for a secretary.” and my frowned deepens,

Every other person had dispersed back to their posts. “Good morning Sir. I’m Lynnette Parker, your secretary.” I introduced myself, speaking in short sentences. His expression was unclear as he raised his head from his computer screen. His stern eyes locked with mine, but he gave me no acknowledgment or even a smile. Wait. Did he not recognize me? My mind raced with a million ideas, but I managed to narrow it down. “Do you need anything, sir?” "No," he shot back condescendingly, his powerful voice cold and emotionless as he waved me off.

My heels echoed down the hallway as I approached the conference room, but I paused mid-step when I heard voices from the break room just off the hallway. I didn’t mean to eavesdrop. Honestly. But I heard my name—-and in seconds I froze. “She’s something else, man,” a voice came. I leaned forward realizing it was Maxwell from the design team. I recognized his deep chuckle. “I mean, she’s got everyone sweating like interns,” Then a familiar voice came, one I hadn’t expected. Jace’s voice. “She’s good at what she does yeah.” He paused and then continued. “ But?”