MasukCejay Merryweather has resigned to be the marketing head of Huntington Inc. because of an incident that happened causing havoc in the internal auditing department. Sebastian Huntington, a charismatic, egocentric, and ruthless businessman has offered her to be his personal assistant. Little did she know, upon agreeing to his offer, her life would be in danger once she starts deciphering his boss's secret. A secret no one should know but Cejay, with her curiosity got the best of her, will be the first one to find out. That is why curiosity kills the cat. Would you still dare to know Mr. Huntington's Secret?
Lihat lebih banyak“Good morning, Cejay!”I snorted meeting Marlou’s wide smile as if he found something amusing this morning. I walked to the refrigerator to get some milk and put it in the glass. I didn’t bother to ask Marlou to make me his specialty coffee. With his annoying smile right now, I could kill my gay friend right away.“Now I regret that I told you that happening last night.&r
“It’s not funny, Mr. Huntington. I’m not making fun with you,” I seriously said with my arms crossing over my chest. If he was making fun with me, well, it was not cute anymore. I don’t like those people who act as a philosopher as if they’ve known all.“Oh yeah, I can see that, Ms. Merrywheather.” Sarcasm notices in his voice.I was already frowning. Go
“You offering me what?” I asked to Mr. Huntington. Did I hear it right? He offered me a position to be his personal assistant? Was he serious?“Be my personal assistant. Since you’re going to file that resignation letter of yours, and we both know once you leave this company, you have no job to apply right now. So, I’m offering you a job. Just be my personal assistant, Ms. Merrywheather.”
We were brought to a room with all-white backgrounds. And swear, I felt like I was in an asylum. But I have to bear with this. There’s some issue that is needed to be cleared. I have to defend the poor employee here.I slammed the table. “Don’t fire him! He needs the job!” I said angrily. And I leaned in my chair and I crossed my arms.Ms. Perry, a 40-year-old woman, her hair w