From hating his boss to fake dating him. What could go wrong?
Secretary Andrew is the perfect secretary. Intelligent, resourceful, and beloved by the employees. While his boss, Sir Allen-the CEO's son, is cold, anti-social, and has the emotional cap...
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"Good afternoon, Sir Allen. I'm Andrew Garcia, your new secretary. It's nice to meet you."
Andrew's heart drummed as he greeted his new boss. He stood by the doorway, cowering, as snoopy co-workers zipped behind him and stole glances at the new unfortunate secretary. His cheeks felt hot as he felt conscious of the baggy suit he wore and the way he chewed on his lower lip.
Sir Allen sat behind his desk and eyed Andrew from head to toe with piercing eyes. He laid back in his seat and heaved out a sigh.
"I requested for a secretary that was different," he drawled. "Different from those peppy honor-roll graduates from business schools that couldn't stomach doing secretarial work for their first job. I need someone who can keep up with my team composed of senior more players in this industry. I told them I needed someone different. Is that you?"
As far as Andrew knew, they were only two years apart, but they couldn't be more different from each other. Andrew didn't have a sliver of knowledge about the corporate world. He didn't even know how to use a spreadsheet.
Andrew uttered three words that would permanently change his life forever.
"Yes, I am," he said, like the fool he was.
"You graduated with a Hotel Management Degree, yet you're applying for a corporate company for a clerical position. It's clear from the start that you have a disadvantage. What makes you think you can bring something different to the table that the other applicants can't?"
"What's more important to you? Someone who knows their way on a spreadsheet or someone who can cater to your needs while mustering up a smile?"
The man leaned back in his seat. A pleased smirk on his face. "The latter."
"Then there you go." Andrew flashed a professional smile. "Smiling in the face of adversity is the greatest asset of a hotelier."
The two held each other's gazes. There was power and ambition in the other man's eyes. Andrew's knees threatened to buckle, but he held out. He needed this job, so he refused the urge to run away from this unfamiliar corporate world.
"You're hired."
And six years later, Andrew became the best secretary in the entire company out of pure spite and pride while under the most terrible boss. Oh, and he also had a bomb ass.
"Secretary Andrew," a stern, low voice in Andrew's Bluetooth earpiece interrupted his inner monologue. "Update, now."
His hands gripped the steering wheel with such friction the leather made a noise against his skin. The van he drove overtook slow-moving cars with ease, but the journalist and media people inside the van didn't think so.
"Sir Allen," he replied calmly. "I've got the media and the shovel. Is the team with you? Good. Please put me on speakerphone."
"Andrew!" A group of panicked voices collectively called out to him from the other side of the call. "Tell us what to do."
