A Moment in Destiny

Sylvie was stunned for a while. After a while, she heard someone muttering. Then two figures came into the door of the president's office.

Marley's face was devoid of any emotion, but Tyler's face sank. When he saw Sylvie with a rag, Tyler smiled and recovered his composure. Looking around,he found that the whole office was spotless. For a moment, Tyler was a bit stunned.

When Marley came in again, he noticed the changes in his office. The desks and chairs had been wiped, clean and neat. There was a slight surprise in his eyes. His eyes inadvertently swept Sylvie's face, emotionless.

"Finished cleaning?" Marley asked Sylvie indifferently.

"Well!" Sylvie nodded and said, “You can check it!"

If Marley was picky, she could clean it again. Unexpectedly, he just nodded and said nothing more.

"Miss Sylvie, have you eaten yet?" Tyler asked, with a trace of admiration. He didn’t expect that this girl did as Marley told her without resisting his almost cruel harsh requirements.

Only then did Sylvie found that it was already one o'clock. It turned out that their meeting lasted three hours. And it took her all the morning to clean the office spotlessly. She also had a sense of accomplishment when she looked at the fruits of her labor.

"Not yet?"

"No!" Sylvie shook her head and said, "I’m not hungry!"

"We didn't eat either. Why don't we go down to the restaurant to eat together?" Seeing Marley frowning, Tyler immediately closed his mouth before he finished.

Sylvie also found his displeasure, and Marley said, "Get a carry-out. No time!"

"Well! That's fine!" Tyler agreed happily. “I'll call right away! Marley, what do you want?"

"Make it simple!"

"Is box lunch OK?"

"Alright!" Marley replied.

Sylvie thought he would be more picky about food as a young master of a rich family. Unexpectedly, he even said that he would eat boxed lunch, which made her more impressed with him.

Marley went to the chair, sat down, turned on the computer, entered the password and began to work.

Tyler called to order food. Sylvie didn’t ask more, not knowing if they would order one for her. She took a rag to dry.

Tyler finished the call, pulled the chair and sat opposite at Marley’s desk. "She didn't make trouble, on the contrary, she did a good job!" he said.

Marley didn't say much. He typed calmly and sorted out the data.

When the takeouts came, Sylvie didn't move after seeing that it was for three people as Marley didn't invite her.

eat, and

her, and then at Marley, who seemed not

Marley and handed her the lunch box. “Miss Sylvie,

it after

was so scared

she, the three of them were eating lunch in the president's office. Sylvie thought that

a small appetite and was full after a few mouthfuls, while both of them ate very fast and

in which there was still half of the rice left. She didn’t eat

her.

Sylvie was stunned for a

meal, no one will stop you. You can go back to the Mccarthy to have a big feast. There's no need

how he suddenly got angry with

put the lunch box on the tea table. There were no rice

grain!" Marley suddenly stood

I really can't eat that much!"

“Take away the rubbish and follow

with a low brow, and then walked

in a deep voice to several people outside, "Everyone

they saw him. Respectfully, they

of the girls, "Aila, this is your new colleague, Sylvie Mccarthy. In the future, the Secretariat will be in the charge

Aila smiled and nodded

turned back to the president's

air conditioning in the lattice, and several girls looked at her one after another. Sylvie seemed to feel the complex emotions in their eyes, envy, jealousy and

thought. Maybe they were jealous that she married Marley, but they don't know that this was a contractual marriage. There

your position. Everyone will be colleagues in the future. I'd like to introduce them to you. Maisy, Daria, I'm

nodded politely and made a brief introduction, “I

after Sylvie

little confused

wife. However, in the company, he does not allow us to call you president's wife, but Secretary Sylvie! By the way, is the president nice to

asked back, "You see it? If he is nice to me, will he give me a hard time on my first

talking

the president had just made her clean to give her a hard time. The president, who had always been a strict boss, had been a gentleman to the lady, but he was a

seemed to make them

counted as one of the Secretary of

Marley. She only knew that Marley was a perfect boss. He did not allow the Secretary to over care about his personal problems, not allow anyone to drink alcohol during work, and no one was allowed to doze during work. In the plan, no wrong words were allowed, and too exposed clothes were not allowed to wear in

adoration, “Secretary Sylvie, is the president the

is not allowed to over care about his

one, I'll ask