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.

sat on the sofa to eat, and no one asked her. She was a

at her, and then at Marley,

her the lunch box. “Miss Sylvie,

take it after taking a

me? Are you not hungry?" Marley stared at her angrily, and Sylvie was so scared that she took it and rushed to the sofa in the corner to

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

mouthfuls, while both of them

in which there was still half of the

at her.

stunned for a while

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

how he suddenly

on the tea table. There were no rice grains in it. He finished

shameful to waste grain!" Marley suddenly stood

can't eat that much!" Sylvie

away the rubbish and

cleaned up the garbage of the three people with a low brow, and then walked out of the president's

of the president's office, Marley said in a deep voice

three girls outside stood up as soon as they saw him. Respectfully, they also

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

smiled and

the president's office. Sylvie was confused, wondering what

several girls looked at her one after another. Sylvie seemed

they were jealous that she married Marley, but they don't know that this was a contractual marriage. There was no future at all. It was

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.

a brief

chuckled after Sylvie finished

a little confused about

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

loved gossip.Sylvie asked back, "You see it? If he is

was talking about

to give her a hard time. The president, who had always been a

seemed to make them

counted as

not allow anyone to drink alcohol during work, and no one was allowed to doze during work.

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

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

one, I'll ask