When There Is Nothing Left But Love

I tried to clear up the awkward tension in the air by making some small talk. “Mr. Murphy, have you had your breakfast yet?”

I almost forgot that my current job entailed looking after his meals.

He left my question hanging as he turned and headed into his office.

I wondered what I should do. In the end, I went downstairs to get some pastries for him. When I returned to the office, Armond was gone.

I didn’t see Linda either. That was when I realized that there was a meeting this morning. I hurried to the conference room.

The person who was presenting his slides stopped talking when I entered the room. My embarrassment grew when I noticed that everyone in the room had turned to look at me.

Erm, awkward much!

I addressed my apology to everyone in the conference room. “Sorry for the interruption! And sorry I’m late for the meeting.”

Armond was seated at the front of the conference room. He shot me an intense gaze before motioning for the presenter to continue.

The meeting seemed to last for ages, and my hangover didn’t make things any better. When the meeting finally ended, I got up to leave and was stopped by Armond.

“Scarlett!”

slowed down and turned my head. I smiled awkwardly and addressed

forget about the meeting today?” he asked

myself of the funk I’d been in since this morning. “Mr. Murphy, I’m really sorry. That

continuing, “I don’t doubt your capabilities since you’ve been employed at both Fuller Corporation and White Corporation before. That’s why I hired you without going through an interview with HR. But this doesn’t mean that you can gloss over the regulations in Murphy Corporation. Scarlett, you have to treat every job you take on seriously since

times and answered

frowned, apparently in a bad mood. He walked around me and

feeling uneasy about

for me at the door. Sensing my dejected mood, she tried to comfort me, “Mr. Murphy is always this serious when it comes to

her, surprised and touched by her kind words. “Thank

this phase as well. For us women, if we refuse to become housewives that are crippled without their husbands,

for you. Mr. Murphy likes sweets, though he doesn’t eat them very often. You can carry some sweets with you. Who knows, it might cut down the number of times he

was unexpected. Armond

so he can’t skip his breakfast in the morning. It

me a moment to get over my surprise at the new things I’d learned about Armond

at me. Cautiously, I said, “Mr. Murphy, I’ve already reviewed these documents. They’re

reading the documents in his hand as I placed my stack on his desk. That was when I noticed that one of his hands was clutching his

he might be in pain from

his intense concentration on the documents in front of him, I pulled out a few sweets from my pocket and placed them on the desk. I said apologetically, “Mr. Murphy, I’m really sorry about what happened this morning. Please have a few sweets first to stave off the pain, and I’ll head out to get you some medicine