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 no one asked her. She

a look at her, and then at Marley,

her the lunch box. “Miss Sylvie,

after taking a

you looking at me? Are you not hungry?" Marley stared at her angrily, and Sylvie was so scared

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

a small appetite and was full after a few mouthfuls,

of the rice left.

to look at her. “Well?

stunned for a while and

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

didn't understand how he

There were no rice grains in it. He finished it all, so

waste grain!"

I really can't eat that much!"

snorted, “Take away the

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

office, Marley said in a deep voice to

they saw him. Respectfully, they also called

Mccarthy. In the future, the Secretariat will be in the charge of four of you. Aila, you can tell her about her duties as a

smiled and nodded to

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

at her one after another. Sylvie

was really complicated, she thought. Maybe 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 doomed from

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

Sylvie nodded politely and made a brief introduction, “I am Sylvie Mccarthy!

chuckled after Sylvie

little confused

wife. However, in the company,

was a girl who loved gossip.Sylvie asked back, "You see it? If he is nice to

was talking

had always been a strict boss, had been a gentleman to the lady, but

seemed to make them

Sylvie Mccarthy was counted as

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

three girls asked her in adoration, “Secretary Sylvie, is

not allowed to over care about

I'll