The Devil’s Secretary
ly on their seats.
composed as I sat behind the boss that was
employees almost crying as he stood i
f the biggest, fast-rising group of companies in the industry, pierced his
n the boardroom. And even in his sitting form, he looked big an
ce at the situation. The
oy suddenly announced that garnered
id, the devil
ng, sweat trickling down his forehead and cheek despite the air conditioning in t
esentation that even a middle schooler could pull off. Do you think this is a ki
Sanford was. Even I, who wasn't in his
competence." Blossoms of red flush crept on some of the emplo
eless of him to say. But what do I expec
due resp
denly spoke. It was evident in her face how she was getting mad
just know she'd r
worked hard for this launching-" she emphasize
over everyone like the boss that h
presentation show the efforts you've made. Not this
that. She couldn't, when she knows she can't s
"I don't want to see incompetence in my business. If you continu
red speaking again. The man knows many people want a spot in h
ted out of the room. I quickly followed be
heard the people in the room start murmuri
freaking
ed his personal elevator towards his office. I got inside as quickly as
oday. Great. I could have picked another time, but I
silence in the elevator
ent, but I couldn't help the chills runni
ional formalities, he uses surnames all the time. But I guess I'm an
echo around the enclosed elevator that
ok a deep breath,
ing you something impor
th I was holding.
will not get out of office without training the person who will be your next assistant," I said, immedi
but even as the elevator finally opened to his office fl
But what he did next was
met his intense eyes, feeling like
suddenly came closer, tower
ars working with him-at least not on a personal level-so havi
st serious look and voice I've heard of him. I
staying