The Billionaire's Secret Quartet

Chapter 928

On a typical Monday afternoon, Thalassa was getting ready to wrap up her day at the office when her boss, Ethan, strolled into her workspace with a casual, “Thalassa, I’ve got a social engagement tonight, and you’re coming with me.”

Her curiosity piqued, Thalassa asked, “Mr. Ethan, why would I be the one to accompany you?”

With his arms crossed and a look of amused ease on his face, Ethan replied, “You’re my secretary, aren’t you? If you don’t schmooze with me, who will? Right now, you’re the only one I’ve got. No backups, no understudies. If I don’t lean on you, who else is there?”

Thalassa paused to consider his point. It was true, after all. If Betty and Anna hadn’t resigned because of her, she wouldn’t be the one accompanying Ethan to these social events.

As the sole secretary in the office now, Ethan would have to seek her out for anything he needed.

As they left the company building, Thalassa trailed behind Ethan, probing, “Mr. Ethan, why don’t you just hire another secretary?”

“No need for that; having you is more than enough. You’re worth three,” Ethan said nonchalantly.

left to wonder whether that was a backhanded compliment or

her dismay, the venue for the evening turned out to be a bar-a place where strobe lights seared the eyes and the music pulsed

was not fond of such chaotic environments; she had always preferred quietness. In the past, even when she went to a bar with

glancing back at

and the crowd.

with a familjar man, Callum, who

up, glass in hand, and warmly greeted him, “Mr. Ethan, glad you could make it.

déjà vu-this wasn’t the first

‘girlfriend’ species is nonexistent in my world. This is my secretary, Thalassa

secretary…” The executive, approximately fifty, with a knowing look and a roving eye, continued, “Ms. Everhart, a pleasure. Let’s toast to our first encounter. I’ve heard Mr. Ethan’s secretaries can handle their liquor.”

handed another glass to Thalassa, his eyes gleaming with a mix of mirth

gaze crawl over her, Thalassa instinctively stepped back.

drink. If you want to toast someone, aim it my way,” Ethan interjected sharply, taking the glass from Zane’s hand, his smile not reaching his