The Devil's Secretary

air days were

een a 'bad hair day' (more like bad hair years. Except maybe when Freda finally convinced me to at least get my hair rebonded to avoid the usual messy dry-c

ked at my watch and my eyes immediately widened whe

her walking by the hallway almost in a rush. B

office. I chuckled. Before she got out of the place, she once again did t

ike late reports, or anything late at that matter. And as his little secretary, I am he

her still groaning voice as she faded in the distance. I smoothed

knowing she wouldn't hear anymore. I continued straighteni

liar voice. If I didn't know who the owner of that velvety voice was, I'd probabl

his voice is exactly what I want in an alarm clock. You'd t

ile I could pull on my face, making sure I looked vibrant as the

nd took the still hot cup of coffee

oss is still ri

nties, looked as serious as any veteran in business. Stern, cold, for

im a Greek statue. Well, the thing i

at him, when he took the coffee. I saw how his eyes briefly fl

on in his face with that 'busin

odded. I took my tablet, ready for the task. Well

ught it with his other personal assistant, Bran, walked his way to his wide office. I followed throug

one of the folders piled neatly on his desk. In fact

s on another level of organization and clean. Sanford Properties

cing at me. I still smiled widely and st

cts on the expansion of S Malls at 9:45 to 10:25. Next meeting will be about the Christmas event with the other executives in the b

said, almost forgetting about the newly adde

his daughter were scheduled today, so I i

d that dark blonde hair he has. If only I hadn't worked for this man for most of my professional life, and I have

s. Most especially if he gets real angry.

charm. I could make myself believe there's nothing scary about being with the scariest perso

till you

omy office. Nothing is worse than an o

down on my side. "I will be waiting here in the office for y

with

e already on the paper he was holding after he spoke. But he looked u

he wasn't reading about major problems he had to deal with a multi-billion dollar company, and as if he just di

th. I tapped on my tablet that I was now cradling with my other hand. "That might be.

now it must be hard, since that would be his own vers

ths. Yup. Four months, and that's a record! In my five-almost six years of working with the boss, I've never given a bouquet of flowers twice for a single girl. An

he country. And having that connection with him would be very beneficial for Sanford Properti

sound-is one way of getting what exactly he wants for his company. And

leaned on his swivel chair and put both his hands down

face despite his stone cold gazes, so I immediately shoo

usiastically said, compensating over my first statement. Sir Troy

this meeting, Lia," he sa

h date with Freda and her dogs today. And

ir days are tr