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.

two of them sat on the sofa to eat, and no one asked her.

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

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

it after taking a look

angrily, and Sylvie was so scared that she took it and rushed to the sofa

and she, the three of them were eating lunch in the president's office. Sylvie thought that Marley must have no shortcomings of

mouthfuls, while both of them ate very

in which there was still half of the rice left.

her.

a while and said, shaking her

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

full!" Sylvie didn't understand how

the lunch box on the tea table. There were no rice grains in it. He finished it all,

to waste grain!" Marley

eat that

the rubbish and

the three people with a low brow, and then walked out of

Marley said in a deep

soon as they saw him. Respectfully, they also called

Mccarthy. In the future, the Secretariat will be in the charge of four of you.

Aila smiled and nodded to

say much. He turned back to the president's office. Sylvie was confused, wondering what

and several girls looked at her one after another. Sylvie

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

nodded to Sylvie and guided her to the opposite 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

and made a brief

chuckled after Sylvie finished

little confused about

know 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 wife, but Secretary Sylvie! By the way,

who loved gossip.Sylvie asked back, "You see it? If he is nice to me, will he give me

talking about

hard time. The president, who had always been

word seemed to

Sylvie Mccarthy was counted as one

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

her in adoration, “Secretary Sylvie, is the president the same when he is

and smiled. "The president is not allowed to over care about

I'll ask a