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.

on the sofa to eat, and

then at

her the

didn’t take it after taking a look at

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

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

full after a few mouthfuls,

put down the lunch box, in which there was still half of the rice left. She didn’t eat much meat except for two

turned to look at her. “Well?

Sylvie was stunned for a while and said, shaking her head,

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

how he suddenly got angry

no rice grains in it. He finished it all, so did

to waste grain!" Marley

I really can't eat that

“Take away the rubbish and

cleaned up the garbage of the three people with a low brow, and then

in a deep voice to several people

stood up as soon as they saw him. Respectfully, they also called

to one of the girls, "Aila, this is your new colleague, Sylvie Mccarthy. In the future, the

smiled and nodded to

much. He turned back to the president's

at her one after another. Sylvie

thought. Maybe they were jealous that she married Marley, but they don't know

will be colleagues in the future. I'd like to introduce them to you. Maisy, Daria,

made a

chuckled after Sylvie

a little confused about her

you are the president's wife. However, in the company, he does not allow us to call you president's wife, but Secretary Sylvie! By the way, is

see it? If he is nice to

was talking about cleaning

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

seemed to make them

was counted as one of the Secretary

the requirements and taboos of Marley. She only knew that Marley was a perfect boss. He did 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 for dinner party). As the day

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

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

I'll ask a