5 a.m., his custom-made Oxford shoes clicking again
y preparing for the day's meetings.
othering to look up as he shuffle
r creak
his secretary's sensible heels, there
in front of him-black, no s
, but his eyes stared at the shoes his
is women in heels-and since she'd started putting on
ecretary had an unfamiliar flat shoe on
ere sh
il skirt and a crisp white blouse, her hair framing her face.
n," she said, her voice
Pierce just
ll are you d
r head. "I'm your
efore she could blink. "What
er father, she refused to fail. "Of course it is. Or do
me, why in the world are you in
"It's simple.
verge of going berserk. "I have a secretary, C
if you didn't, I wouldn't be here r
from his pocket and dialled his secre
tried the number over and o
lle, his eyes murderou
Elizabeth informed me I would be starting a new job on the General's orders, and so-
g him nowhere. So he walked away, returning to his desk. "Well, I don't need a new
he spot. His words seemed to
so loudly that the employees passing by his office stopped, wondering who
"I don't think you can do that, sir," she s
the phone on his desk and pun
of Human Resources, Mr
Pierce deman
s a paus
't be the first time the CEO would request thi
her fired," Pierce answere
hire a certain lady who had zero work experience as a secretary-he would be placed in
on the receiver. "What d
at he calls 'immunity', and so, she cannot be
O of this company! When I s
van replied firmly. "This company answers
ob, Mr Donovan?" Pierce asked
me if I speak rudely. Your father is the General-the man in charge
, slamming the phone dow
sides in an uproar, while her deme
ned to her
words, but she felt like giving him a little taste of his own medicin
d slightly, then exited his office, her fac
alled his father's number. He didn't bother with
y office and company
"A company that you don't ha
the
he General responded, desp
d. "Does she even ha
e will be ab
want he
al replied. "This isn't a neg
ne wen
rply, his fingers
s peaceful, planned-out chaotic life, but now she had invad
cause any more trouble in his life. He would g
*
ng, Pierce h
ring Camille as she stood b
coming," he
I'm your secretary. It's
n't c
am I suppos
his voice dropping to a mocking whisper. "Just because my
ou hell, Camille. And I promise to act on that promise
felt furious, and as she watched him walk away-
e would let him beat her. No. Her life was on
ress the button, a cleaner who was nearby said to her, "The
ierce Landon get into this particular elevat
he cleaner, then proceeded
tor opened up. She was just about
tor's button, she swiped the gre
ly not a good time. I'm
ng because my father wants to se
e worked as a gardener in her father's estate. If anyone
p by... let's say... tomorr
I'll let him know. And if a
y. G
nd then it happened really fast-the elevator had drd on the button-a deafening BOOMMMMMM!!!!!!!!! fille
peak to me??? What was that? CAMILLE!!" The faint sound of Joyc
in sheer horror: 'She'd nearly entered the elevator.' Her he
er as her thoughts
ss, she heard a
y you weren
voice. Pierce Landon stood beside h
tor, then back at him. And he