The Devilish CEO and His Crazy Secretary
Mart
now!!." I heard my boss, Tyler Smith
nth's car accessory sales. Also, ask the accounts department to send me the file on accounts. Schedule a meeting with Mr. Wil
rranged for my
lied, still cursi
ore the end of the work hours. You may leav
eady dreading the workload
ustration in face front of the mirror. I looked my face and could not believe what I was seeing, my once happy,
nds on the counter, however it only hurt me, which in
the predicament I found myself in. I asked myself why I had chosen to
It seemed like my reflection was making fun of me. You were the one jumping with joy when you got the job. You
n my reflection's words. "Tyler
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ugh the documents he had earlier asked for, he left for his dinner meeting. Taking a moment to unwind, I settled into m
andlords, the stern Mr. and Mrs. Hall, occupied the adjacent property. After settling
t home. A hint of anxiety crept in because I knew Susan does not come home early. I scanned the living room with my hand in my chest, how
ual early return. "Susan, are you in there?" I knocked, and to my surprise, the u
, desperate to understand the cause of her distress and source of her tears. What could h
heek, knowing how delicate the subject was for both of us and how unprepared I was for consoling a heartbroke
dumped multiple times as such I couldn't ignore Susan's distress. My dating history was a serie
I do wrong? Susan
reak up with
sed to know" I
bage?" Susan's voice trembl
g her shoulders. "Keep one thing in mind, sweetie, you are n
t h
Okay, tell me one thing: what did you do when he broke up
d when he refused to listen, I
any reason for breaking u
st said 'i
mischievously at wha
ch him a lesson
d, a little bit confused a
terialized in my mind. "I won't tell you; I'll show you
rant in the mall." Sh
e change, and t
ar – it was her problem I was aim
seatbelt, she asked, "What now? She
azing out the window, I asked her which of the
ear the yellow board." She pointed. "Bu
mage his car." I said with
ne," she shrieked. I shot her a
age his car. We can flatten the tire
ake any difference, but a single scratch will pierce throug
seems like some
's
gh school girl on revenge,
by whosoever. Besides, I'
, b
idn't give her a chance as I stepped
if going to war. "Linda, this is stupi
get caught." I took out a flexible knife from my pocket.
I replied. One can
" I said firmly, giving her t
this. Linda, th
r's hood, showing her the
right, and bes
ou can't, then let
he hood. The black metallic color started to fall of
da,
revenge," I said absentmindedly, my heart and soul dancin
is is not his car. You are scraping someone else'
adly, firm, and utterly familiar voice that forced my hand
heard Susan's dreadful voic
e. Still, I managed to turn and face the owner of the voice, and when I did, my face lost c
s do