MY SECRETARY HATES ME? [ ENGLISH VER. ]
With a nod, I retreated slightly, awaiting instructions from my boss.
"Ms. Magsandingan, is it?" the fair-skinned man spoke again, breaking the silence. My gaze flickered to Francis, who merely sipped his coffee, seemingly unconcerned. "Yes, Sir," I replied, keeping it brief. "A lovely name. I'm Carl, by the way." He rose to his feet, extending a hand in greeting. "Carl Silvena." I hesitated, my eyes darting from his outstretched hand to my impassive boss, before finally accepting the gesture. So, this is the man from the elevator. The boyfriend, most likely. A wave of unease washed over me at the thought.