Taming Mr Arrogant

o leave, she hurriedly stormed out of the hall, making her way through the building. As she reached the ground floor, she accidentally bumped into a lady wearing a hoodie and dark

er even has a desk in your office? Now, isn't that really sweet?" Talia exclaimed, her eyes sparkling with excitement. Nathan paused for a moment. "Actually, it's not Tyler's. It belongs to my secretary, Brixlee," he clarified. Talia raised an eyebrow, unsure if she had heard correctly because it didn't make any sense. She tried to convince herself that "Brixlee" could be a masculine name, but deep down, she knew better. Nathan had told her two years ago that he was done with female secretaries, and since then, he hadn't had one. Jealousy flooded Talia's soul, her cheeks reddened, and her narrowed eyebrows locked onto Nathan. "Oh, I thought you said you were done with female secretaries after what happened with Allison?" Talia asked, looking directly into Nathan's eyes. She could sense the discomfort in his eyes, the same discomfort that always surfaced whenever Allison was mentioned. They hadn't discussed her for almost two years because Nathan had made it clear that he never wanted to talk about her again. "Why are you bringing her up?" Nathan asked calmly, his voice turning cold. Talia realized she had crossed a line. It never ended well whenever Allison was brought up in a conversation. Allison had been Nathan's secretary two years ago, but she vanished suddenly and hadn't been found since. No one knew what had transpired between Nathan and her that made him react so strongly whenever her name was mentioned. "I'm sorry, Nathan. I just wanted to know what changed your mind," Talia said, sensing a growing ball of suspicion inside her. "No reason, I just thought there was no need to restrict myself from having female secretaries. End of discussion," Nathan explained, glancing at his wristwatch. It was getting late. "Okay then, I just felt I needed to know," Talia replied half-heartedly. The chilly haze of suspicion began to solidify. She was certain there was more to it, and she was determined to find out at any cost. . . . The next day... Brixlee arrived at the office early, determined to prove her dedication to the job. She dropped her bag on her desk and sighed, arranging Nathan's desk. Soon, he arrived. "Go...od morning," Brixlee stammered, and he stared at her. "What a surprise, you're early!" he exclaimed in a sarcastic tone. "Well, I'm always early. I just had some issues yesterday," Brixlee replied, carefully placing a framed photo on the desk. It was a picture of Nathan and a middle-aged woman. Nathan looked much younger in the photo. Suddenly, Nathan grabbed Brixlee's hand, and she froze. He leaned in closer, sending a shiver of unease down her spine. With a lump in her throat, he whispered something in her ear. "Don't ever touch that portrait again," he let go of her hand roughly and took the photo from her, placing it back on the desk. "You scared me," Brixlee replied calmly, masking her shaken state. Nathan took his seat, and shortly after, Tyler walked in. "Good morning, everyone!" he exclaimed, announcing his presence. "Why does he have to be so loud?" Brixlee muttered to herself, but unfortunately, Tyler overheard. "Deal with it," he retorted, and she smirked. "So, Nathan, what are we working on today?" Tyler asked, taking a seat nearby. Nathan cleared his throat. "I've been meaning to call a meeting, but thank God you're here. We have a presentation tomorrow for an investor, possibly someone we know, but still..." Nathan explained, waiting for their response. "And who is it?" Brixlee asked, intrigued. "Mrs. Jessica Torres," Nathan replied, and they all expressed surprise. Brixlee didn't know many celebrities or wealthy individuals, but Mrs. Jessica Torres was her role model. The elderly woman had achieved remarkable success as the f