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

a look at her, and then at Marley, who seemed

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

didn’t take it after taking a look

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

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

and was full after a few mouthfuls, while

lunch box, in which there was still half of

at her. “Well? Not to your

tone was ironic. Sylvie was stunned for a while and

you want to have a good meal, no one will stop you. You can go

understand how he suddenly got angry with

no rice

waste grain!"

I really can't eat that much!" Sylvie

away the rubbish and follow

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

Marley said in a deep voice to several

up as soon as they saw him. Respectfully,

colleague, Sylvie Mccarthy. In the future,

and nodded

to the president's office. Sylvie was

looked at her one

don't know that this was

is your position. Everyone will be colleagues in the future. I'd like to introduce them to you. Maisy, Daria, I'm Aila. My

politely and made a brief

after Sylvie

was a little confused

are Sylvie Mccarthy and you are the president's wife. However, in the company, he

it? If he is nice

talking

had always been a strict boss, had been

to make them

Sylvie Mccarthy was counted as one of the

allow anyone to drink alcohol during work, and no one was allowed to doze

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

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

one, I'll ask