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It's already 7:40 a.m. in the morning, and the sun was glittering, displaying the beauty of the earth. In the little sunshade tree, the birds were singing.

The flowers are already rising, about to show their true colours.

"I'm standing in front of a mirror, admiring my reflection, and styling my hair."

"Ouch, this hurts…" I muttered, applying more cream to soften it. I arranged my tie to be in line with my little rumpled suit, which I was putting on.

The door swung open, revealing my sister Evelyn—my blood sister and my best friend.

"You're still here?" she asked.

I was shocked, and in haste, I tried to grab some files and my office bag.

"Your phone has been ringing in the dining room, where you left it, since you finished your breakfast," my sister said, standing in the doorway.

"Excuse me, please." I hurriedly passed through the door, rushing out on my way to the office. Luckily, my Uber driver was already waiting for me to show up.

I checked my watch; it was already 15 minutes past 8 a.m. I remembered what my boss told me at closing time yesterday.

"Tomorrow, I'm having a meeting with my managers, and as my personal assistant, I would like you to document and keep records of the meeting. Be here on time. Mr. James, be here on time, I repeat, be here on time."

His words kept ringing in my head, knowing that I was late and aware of what my boss is capable of. I had witnessed him let go of many staff for going against his rules.

"Ah, I don't want to be fired," I muttered to myself.

He warned me, and my boss warned me.

"Driver, please move faster, please, I'm already late."

Now in the office,

I didn't even bother to greet anyone. I moved straight to my office, dropped off my files and bag. I had no time to wipe the sweat off my face, and in a rush, I headed to the head office, which is my boss's office.

I entered Mr. Ethan's office, and the glory of the space immediately struck me. It was brighter than it used to be, and many things were rearranged.

He stood at the window of his skyscraper company building, gazing out at the cityscape, his back to the door.

His sleek, modern office was a testament to luxury and power, with polished marble floors, rich wood panelling, and elegant furnishings. Luxurious materials adorned every surface, including marble, granite, marquetry, and other precious materials that added to the opulent atmosphere. The room was a masterpiece of design, with every detail meticulously crafted to exude wealth, sophistication, and refinement.

(Not my first time; I just wanted to let you know how wealthy Mr Ethan is.)