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