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. She was a little

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

handed her the lunch box. “Miss Sylvie, take

didn’t take it after taking a

stared at her angrily, and Sylvie was so scared that

a special assistant and she, the three of them were eating lunch in the president's office. Sylvie

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

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

look at her. “Well?

stunned for a while and said,

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

didn't understand how

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

waste grain!" Marley suddenly stood

I really can't eat that

the rubbish and

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

Marley said in a deep voice to several people outside, "Everyone

outside stood up as soon as they saw

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

and nodded

He turned back to the

of air conditioning in the lattice, and several girls looked at her one

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

to the opposite position. “Sylvie Mccarthy, this is your position. Everyone will be colleagues in the future. I'd like to introduce them

everyone!" Sylvie nodded politely and made a brief introduction,

after Sylvie

a little confused about her

her and explained, "we know you are Sylvie Mccarthy and you are the president's wife. However, in the company, he does not allow

If he is nice to me, will he give me a hard

was talking about

that 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 little

word seemed to make them

far, Sylvie Mccarthy was counted as one of the

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

adoration, “Secretary Sylvie, is the president the

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

I'll