Apologies, Mr Playboy. I'm Pregnant.

5 a.m., his custom-made Oxford shoes clicking again

y preparing for the day's meetings.

othering to look up as he shuffle

r creak

his secretary's sensible heels, there

in front of him-black, no s

, but his eyes stared at the shoes his

is women in heels-and since she'd started putting on

ecretary had an unfamiliar flat shoe on

ere sh

il skirt and a crisp white blouse, her hair framing her face.

n," she said, her voice

Pierce just

ll are you d

r head. "I'm your

efore she could blink. "What

er father, she refused to fail. "Of course it is. Or do

me, why in the world are you in

"It's simple.

verge of going berserk. "I have a secretary, C

if you didn't, I wouldn't be here r

from his pocket and dialled his secre

tried the number over and o

lle, his eyes murderou

Elizabeth informed me I would be starting a new job on the General's orders, and so-

g him nowhere. So he walked away, returning to his desk. "Well, I don't need a new

he spot. His words seemed to

so loudly that the employees passing by his office stopped, wondering who

"I don't think you can do that, sir," she s

the phone on his desk and pun

of Human Resources, Mr

Pierce deman

s a paus

't be the first time the CEO would request thi

her fired," Pierce answere

hire a certain lady who had zero work experience as a secretary-he would be placed in

on the receiver. "What d

at he calls 'immunity', and so, she cannot be

O of this company! When I s

van replied firmly. "This company answers

ob, Mr Donovan?" Pierce asked

me if I speak rudely. Your father is the General-the man in charge

, slamming the phone dow

sides in an uproar, while her deme

ned to her

words, but she felt like giving him a little taste of his own medicin

d slightly, then exited his office, her fac

alled his father's number. He didn't bother with

y office and company

"A company that you don't ha

the

he General responded, desp

d. "Does she even ha

e will be ab

want he

al replied. "This isn't a neg

ne wen

rply, his fingers

s peaceful, planned-out chaotic life, but now she had invad

cause any more trouble in his life. He would g

*

ng, Pierce h

ring Camille as she stood b

coming," he

I'm your secretary. It's

n't c

am I suppos

his voice dropping to a mocking whisper. "Just because my

ou hell, Camille. And I promise to act on that promise

felt furious, and as she watched him walk away-

e would let him beat her. No. Her life was on

ress the button, a cleaner who was nearby said to her, "The

ierce Landon get into this particular elevat

he cleaner, then proceeded

tor opened up. She was just about

tor's button, she swiped the gre

ly not a good time. I'm

ng because my father wants to se

e worked as a gardener in her father's estate. If anyone

p by... let's say... tomorr

I'll let him know. And if a

y. G

nd then it happened really fast-the elevator had dr

d on the button-a deafening BOOMMMMMM!!!!!!!!! fille

peak to me??? What was that? CAMILLE!!" The faint sound of Joyc

in sheer horror: 'She'd nearly entered the elevator.' Her he

er as her thoughts

ss, she heard a

y you weren

voice. Pierce Landon stood beside h

tor, then back at him. And he