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.

the sofa to eat, and no one asked

a look at her, and then

and handed her the lunch box. “Miss Sylvie,

after taking a look at

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

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

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

half of

turned to look at her.

Sylvie was stunned for a while and said, shaking

meal, no one will stop you. You can go back to the Mccarthy to have

didn't understand how he suddenly got

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

waste grain!" Marley

I really can't eat that

away the rubbish and

up the garbage of the three people with a low

of the president's office, Marley said in a deep voice to several people outside,

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

new colleague, Sylvie Mccarthy. In the future, the Secretariat will be in the charge of four of you. Aila, you

smiled and nodded

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

was plenty of air conditioning in the lattice, and several girls looked at her one after another. Sylvie seemed

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

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

politely and made a brief introduction, “I

after Sylvie

was a little confused about her

the company, he does not allow us to call you president's wife,

loved gossip.Sylvie asked back, "You see it? If he is nice to me, will he give me a hard time on my first of

was talking about

made her clean to give her a hard time. The president, who had always been a strict boss, had been

to make

was counted as one of the

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 in the office (except

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

stunned and smiled. "The president is not

I'll ask