rge silver swivel chair, facing away from us and looking out

mous attractions such as Burnham Park, the Rose Garden, City Hall, and t

the internet, but the search results mostly showed John Smith, who belonged to the second generation of Smith House CEOs. Ms. Claire

was about to burst out of my chest. If I hadn't been standing near one of the visitor chairs in front of

ing my body, I couldn't help but wonder if it was because of the dream I had about him earlier th

sure of what I was seeing, I rubbed my eyes; maybe I was just

de, wincing at my own action, and when I turned my gaze back to

ots. I couldn't stay still in my spot. Do I want to leave? I don't know. I'm fee

heard Mrs. Thompson's sharp and irritated voice. In my panic, I nodd

ined a poker face while staring directly at me. I ended up being scolded by Mrs. Thompson again. She was saying som

shouted at me. Did she already say we were leaving? My gaze kept shifting between Mrs. Thompson wa

s just for my first day of work. She wanted to make sure I knew wh

e cafeteria. It was a good thing she informed Justin that we were having lunch. Ugh! If only I had known that Justin Sm

Smith House Corporation, and if I don't fulfill the contract, I'll have to pay the

n starting now. Of course, first and foremost, I need to be civil in my dealings

cted me on what to do first thing in the morning, during lunchtime, and even

ered. In the afternoon, Mrs. Thompson would also bring him snacks and even dinner, which surprised me. I didn't wa

ng and signing documents. He doesn't want to delegate the task of reading papers to me.

ot. Well, as they say, sometimes stupidity is real. Hay. How could I forget his full name

d that he somewhat resembled Josh Smith. At that time, I thought there were m

me to say goodbye to Boss before leaving. My hands immediately turned

colded me. She seemed to have noticed that I was just standing in front of Justin's o

the man in front of me. I could smell his masculine

actice calling him Boss later. I'm still in a state of shock until now, and in my

ybe he was asking Mrs. Thompson since it's probably her five PM out as we

king at me. Was he looking at me or at Justin? To make sure, I looke

and I couldn't stay still. The butterflies in my stomach joi

ed him in return. He raised an e

ught he would scold me for leaving earlier than him, considering he's my boss. But to my