“Girls really can’t get rid of chocolates!” she mentioned.
I chuckle and agree, “Me too!”
What? Me too?
Lmao, I’m no girl! Henrietta is taking over my mind!
I correct my sentence, “I mean, I never knew I would like chocolates before I ate this.”
Waving the chocolate in her finger, Daniella mentions, “Chocolates have power, they are magical.”
I tilt my head, “They do?”
Daniella nods, “Do you know? Eating chocolates allows us to stay in a good mood. They redu
Finally, it’s Wednesday again.Wednesday——nothing special, except for being the day seated right in the middle of the week.I used to cherish Wednesday a lot, because it means we are halfway through the week, and we’ll make it to the weekend right after another half of it is done.But now? Not so much.I realize, as the secretary of Minerva’s CEO, I don’t really get to rest on weekends. All weekends are going to be as busy as my weekdays.However, it seems a little different today. Or I’ll say, off.This morning, as usual, I visited Juicy Punch and got myse
Quite a while after we hung up the phone, Jamie finally showed up in Minerva.He dressed up neatly, yet he hasn’t had time to deal with his hair.However, he doesn’t seem to have noticed it, he picks up his documents from his desk and walks out of his office.Although I would like this amusing moment of Jamie to be seen by the others, at least one person, so that we can joke about it sometimes. Yet, I don’t want myself to be blamed for not reminding him about his undone hair after he figured people were laughing at it.Therefore, before anyone can see him, I grab him from the back and pull him back into the office.Whereas, by being pulled
The time is twelve, Jamie is having his lunch at his desk. He is eating the grape wine lamb and porcini lasagna I got from Coffee Bloom. Of course, I got him his favorite ristretto too.However, as I am watching from the side, I see him laying on his hand over his stomach all the time.I seldom see him do this.Driven by concern and curiosity, with curiosity taking up the most part of course, I ask, “Jamie, are you okay? Are you having a stomach ache?”Looking down and moody, Jamie gives a heavy sigh, “Kind of.”So he has a stomach ache. Luckily I didn&rsqu
Almost one and half hours have passed.I sit at my desk as I stare at Jamie’s office door.It is almost time for Jamie to head to the next meeting’s venue, I believe he’s well prepared by now. He should be coming out of that office anytime.Jamie is a punctual man, he doesn’t like to make people waste their time waiting for his arrival.However, even after a long while I’ve been staring at the door, Jamie hasn’t been seen stepping out of the office.And I am aware that he is not feeling well today. He has a stomach ache.Hence, as an attentive and caring secretar
I give my watch a glare, “It’s quarter past nine.” I read the time.“What!?” in shock, Jamie grips the blanket and yells at me in a higher pitch, “Chandelier! Why didn’t you wake me up!? I have a full schedule today!”Wow, that voice is very sharp for a man!Well anyway, it’s time for me to get used to his feminine qualities.Instead of yelling back at him like a girl, I choose to put up a smile.“Calm down, Jamie.” trying to soothe his temper, I explain, “I called and postponed the appointments, and they agreed to reschedule the appointments to next week.”
The sky gradually stained white, seeing the morning sunlight showering on my living room floor makes me realize I haven’t had a good sleep.It’s not like I’ve been overthinking about the betrayal thing, I was just looking for a solution to keep Jamie out of my mind.And guess what? I’ve managed to come up with one.Instead of naming that a solution, I’ll say that’s actually a person, and I’m going to meet her now, as per every morning.¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨Morning at Juicy Punch, the counter is queued up as always. I
I lean my ear on the door like the first time I did this——eavesdropping on their conversation.“Grow up, Jamie. Stop relying on dad. You’re enough pampered.”It was a man who talked, and I found his voice rather familiar.I think I’ve heard him talking to Jamie once before, that day when I saw him——a tall, buff man wearing a classic black suit, a burgundy tie, and a Patek Philippe Geneve Twenty~4.He said something about ‘dad’.Doesn’t that make the man Jamie’s brother?
After I open the paper bag and place Jamie’s breakfast on his desk, I point at the door with my thumb and raise my eyebrows.“Was that your brother?” I asked.Jamie nods, sitting back on his desk, “Yes, indeed. You must have seen him all over the internet, the newspapers, the magazines. He’s the future president of Peyton Group.”Right, like I did. I grew up skipping all news related to Peyton Group.Jamie picks the fork and spoon up, ready to tuck into the lasagna.But before that, “Chandelier, take the following days off.”“What?” all of