Soon after, they were seated inside the car, Emily let out a sigh of relief. After 5 years of being Oliver’s secretary, it was the first time people pointed those curious glances at her. Mostly, it is all directed to her boss—Oliver Sterling. She glanced at Oliver who took the driver seat and her in the passenger’s seat. “Can you please delete the picture, Sir?” Oliver, seemingly amused, chuckled, "Come on, Ms. Collins, it's harmless," Emily let out a defeated sigh, realizing that Oliver wasn't going to budge. She decided to drop the issue for the time being. "Some of the workers were looking at us earlier" Oliver shrugged nonchalantly, his attention now directed toward the route. "Let them think what they want to think," he replied with a casual indifference. “Just tell where we should head to?” Emily couldn't help but feel a sense of disbelief at Oliver's apparent forgetfulness regarding the location of the shop where he ordered her to bring his clothes. She can't help but bl
A few hours have passed and the clock has already hit 10 pm. Two steaming cups of coffee rested on the table between Oliver who sat across from Emily. Paper in their hands. "So, let’s go with hobbies and favorites," Oliver said, glancing at the list of questions on the paper. "Let's see how well you know me." Emily leaned back on the couch, a smug grin on her face, "Go on, Mr. Sterling. I am confident I could ace them” Oliver raised a brow, feeling a little competitive, “So, when’s my birthday and birthplace?” “October 30. Orinda, California, USA” “That’s easy. I knew you would know that” he looked over the lists, “Let’s see…height and weight—” “6 ½ inches and 185 lbs while your shoe size is 10” Oliver raised a brow, “How do you know that?” Emily shrugged, taking a sip of her coffee, “Well, I am the one who chooses your shoes, gives your measurements to the tailors, and the one who usually fills up your medical information whenever you get injured from your hobby of car racing.
As the morning light softly filtered through the windows, Emily stirred from her slumber on the couch with her ginger hair sprawled on the seat while hugging a pillow. Across the table, Oliver was sprawled on the floor with scattered papers and empty snack packets. Their long-forgotten cold cup of coffee stays still on the table. Suddenly, Emily's phone alarm pierced the morning air, causing her to jolt awake. With a slight sense of disorientation, she fumbled around, searching for her phone. "Where did I put it?" Emily muttered to herself, barely opening her eyes. Her hand shuffled through the papers and discarded items. Finally, after a moment of frantic searching, Emily spotted her phone wedged between two scattered papers. With a sigh of relief, she silenced the alarm, but as she checked the time, her eyes widened in mild panic. A reminder popped out of her screen. "Oh shit, I overslept!" Emily exclaimed, shooting up from the couch, a flurry of papers rustling around her. In
Bracing herself with a deep breath, Emily hurried towards Oliver's room. As she entered, her loose hair fell around her shoulders. She glanced around and spotted Oliver buttoning his shirt. Oliver glanced up in surprise at her sudden arrival. His eyes widened at the sight of Emily. "You look... different," It was at that moment that Oliver fully noticed the vibrant shade of Emily's ginger hair, something he hadn't registered before. Additionally, seeing her in a skirt shorter than her usual choice was a new sight for him. He was used to her donning a long skirt with old-fashioned blouses. Emily offered a nervous half-smile, “I know I look pale” She swiftly redirected her attention, glancing around the room, her eyes scanning for Oliver's iPad. Spotting the device lying on the bed, she hurriedly lunged forward to grab it, her skirt riding up slightly due to her haste. She ignored it and focused solely on her task, she flipped through the iPad, frantically searching for the data
Soon after, the elevator opened. When Emily and Oliver entered the conference room, people were finding their seats, exchanging greetings, and preparing for the meeting ahead. Oliver took a deep breath, relieved that they arrived on time. He greeted the board members warmly, his presence commanding attention, while Emily flashed her professional smile who was behind him. “Good morning, Mr. Chen. How was your trip to Hong Kong the other day?”The old man smiled at him, “It was great. Thanks to you”“Anytime, Mr. Chen”“Good morning, Mr. Sterling” a middle-aged woman chimed in. “You looked even more young, Mrs. Sanders. I heard your daughter will go to Paris?”“Oh yes. I would really love it if you met her once”“We will see about that, Mrs. Sanders”After several greetings, Oliver takes his seat. His demeanor was confident and focused while Emily stood a few meters behind him. The room fell into a hushed silence as the presentation for the new big project. The speaker, accompanied
Emily just adjusted the tie of her hair, then got back to her tasks, focusing on the matters at hand. With Oliver away from his office, she took the opportunity to place his lunch on his desk before heading to the cafeteria for her meal. As she entered the cafeteria, she couldn't shake off the feeling of being observed. The gazes of her colleagues made her increasingly uncomfortable. Spotting Bella and Jayce at a nearby table, Emily seized the chance to escape the uncomfortable attention. Carrying her tray of food, she hurried over to join them. Bella's grin spread across her face, "Emily, oh my goodness, you look amazing without the glasses! It's a whole new vibe, and I'm loving it. Now, I understand why you are being that talk of the workers on the lower floor" Emily sighed frustratedly, "I am? Shit," “Why? That’s not a bad thing” “It is. I never want to be the main character of rumors” Emily grumbled, taking a sip of her juice. “Don't worry, I am sure there is new gossip th
Emily adjusted her jacket and smiled as she admired the final touch of lipstick. Grabbing her bag and keys, she stepped outside, making sure her apartment was securely locked. Dressed in a long brown skirt, and a plain black shirt, complemented by Dr. Marten’s boots and a matching jacket, she prepared to walk towards her car. Suddenly, a luxurious vehicle pulled up, causing her brows to furrow in confusion. It was an Aston Martin car. A car that she doubted would belong to her humble neighborhood. The window of the car smoothly rolled down, revealing her boss—none other than Oliver Sterling. Emily blinked in disbelief. "Mr. Sterling?" she exclaimed. Oliver leaned slightly out of the car, a charming smile gracing his features. "Hey there, Ms. Collins. Need a lift?" She hurriedly walked towards his car, "Sir, what are you doing here?" "I'm here to pick you up," Oliver replied smoothly, "We've got somewhere to be first." "Somewhere? I don't know about any plans...I thought we would
The manager offered her a comforting smile, “We've selected a few ensembles we believe will suit the occasions impeccably." With a hesitant nod, she followed the manager to the fitting area, accompanied by attentive staff carrying an assortment of outfits. As Emily stepped into the first outfit which was a knitted black skirt that only reached the middle of her thighs and dark coffee turtleneck matched with a knitted blazer. The fabric enveloped her figure in ways. She has no say about the design of the clothes she knows are more knowledgeable in the fashion area than hers. Heck, she has a very bad fashion sense and her styling touch only works on Oliver and to herself. "This dress complements your complexion beautifully!," remarked one of the staff members, adjusting the neckline. "Um, excuse me," Emily hesitated, tugging at the hem of the skirt. "I think I'd prefer something a bit longer, more modest maybe?" Lauren offered a gentle smile. "I understand, Ms. Collins. Let's h