I’m Someone Else

Everything returned to normal the next day with the exception that Molly was now Olivia’s secretary. She got her own office, and although it wasn’t huge, it was situated right beside the president’s office. Olivia ordered Thomas to hang around in Molly’s office while Olivia was in the company since Molly’s room was large enough and had two desks inside.

After what happened with Izzy, Olivia could tell that Thomas was like a magnet for conflict and grudges. Olivia didn’t want Thomas running around—it was troublesome for her to find him when she needed to, and she was worried that he would end up in all sorts of other issues. Thomas was glad to comply with her orders as it meant that he didn’t need to roam around like a mindless soul that didn’t have a place to be.

It was nearly noontime when Molly brought her work over to the secretary’s office. She settled down at the other table before she started on her work. The secretary’s workload wasn’t heavy—if anything, it was much easier than the work she had when she was back at the HR department. “Molly, please send these designs over to the design department. I’ve made some comments in accordance with the client’s requests, so please tell the team to finalize the design before sending it over to my office. I want to see the final outcome!”

Olivia was a lot more demanding and intimidating when she was at work. She didn’t seem like a weak and soft girl at all. Instead, there was a hint of dominance and power in her demeanor, and both Molly and Thomas couldn’t help but feel impressed by the woman. Thomas, in particular, really looked up to Olivia. He was certain that Olivia had to have some skills and talent in order for her to handle such a large company when she was only in her twenties. “I got it, President Pearson!” Molly took the documents and hurried out of the office. Before Molly left the room, she stole a glance at Thomas. I didn’t look at him properly before this, but as I pay more attention to him now, he does seem pretty handsome! she thought.

Thomas spent the whole day in the office. For the most part, he was just sipping on tea and reading some news. He didn’t have much to do. Olivia was still busy at work at 7.30PM, and Thomas figured that work wasn’t going to end early for him that day. He walked over to the windowsill by the corridor and smoked a cigarette while he dialed Chloe’s number. He told her that he was going to be home late and told her to have her own dinner. “Don’t worry about me,” he said to her.

back into thought. I’ve been in Irieson for a while now. Should I visit Chloe’s father at the hospital soon? Thomas had never visited her father so far as he didn’t know how to look the old man in the eyes. After all, the old

Olivia walked into the secretary’s office and addressed Molly in a rather apologetic tone. Olivia had lost track of time when she was at

Molly saw Thomas smoking beside the window, she went over to greet him. She hadn’t gotten the chance to properly thank him yet—she would have been fired by the company if Thomas hadn’t

a conversation when she saw the rather dazed look on the man’s face. “I graduated from Irieson First High School

school,” he uttered. After what happened during Thomas’ year, Irieson’s University of Technology stopped offering early admission offers to the students from Irieson First High School. Thomas was certain that everyone in the high school hated him. “Alright, I’ll call you Thomas, then. You can call me Molly,” Molly uttered with a toothy grin that—alongside her good looks—made her look especially adorable. Thomas felt himself being

It’s getting late,” he said

my salary!” Molly was extremely grateful to the man. Many of her university peers were still struggling with finding a job, yet she had managed to become the president’s secretary just because of what

laugh. He already had a good impression of Molly when he first entered the company, and he found her even more special

her office as well. “Are you not going to continue working, Miss Independent?” Thomas uttered in a playful tone. Olivia rolled her eyes at him before continuing with another joke. “What is it?

course not,” Thomas uttered while rubbing his nose. “Do you not feel sorry for yourself,