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.

sofa to eat, and

a look at her, and then at Marley, who seemed not

the lunch box. “Miss Sylvie, take

take it after taking a

stared at her angrily, and Sylvie was so scared that she took it and rushed to the sofa in the

president, a special assistant and she, the three of them were eating lunch in

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

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

at her. “Well? Not to your

tone was ironic. Sylvie was stunned for a while and said,

sneered, “Sylvie Mccarthy, if you want to have a good meal, no one will stop you. You

full!" Sylvie didn't understand how he suddenly got angry

the tea table. There were no rice grains in it. He finished it all, so did

to waste grain!"

I really can't eat that much!" Sylvie

away the rubbish and follow

low brow, and then walked out of the president's

a

stood up as soon as they saw him. Respectfully, they

is your new colleague, Sylvie Mccarthy. In the future, the Secretariat

Aila smiled and

back to the president's office. Sylvie was confused,

the lattice, and several girls looked at her one after another. Sylvie seemed to feel the complex emotions in

they don't know that this was a contractual marriage. There was no future

position. “Sylvie Mccarthy, this is your position. Everyone will be colleagues in the future. I'd like to introduce them to you. Maisy, Daria, I'm Aila. My Chinese name is Aila. We all

a brief introduction, “I

chuckled after Sylvie finished

was a little confused about

you are Sylvie Mccarthy and you are the president's wife. However, in the company, he does not allow us to call you president's

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

talking

hard time. The president, who had always been a strict boss, had been a gentleman to the lady, but he was a little cruel to

word seemed to make

was counted as

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 the office (except for dinner party). As the day was

girls asked her in adoration, “Secretary Sylvie, is

smiled. "The president is not allowed to

I'll