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My heart stopped, I couldn't breathe. I stood there staring at Samil blankly praying in my mind that he would fast deny his own words. If the woman looking at me right now was his current secretary, did it mean that I…
“Am I… fired?” I mumbled petrified.
“Of course not,” Samil smirked, “I thought that you should have more time to handle the production details and focus on the marketing project. Emma will take your place, and you will have your own office and new position. Take it as a promotion…”
My face became expressionless. I felt helpless, everything within me screamed, my insides were boiling, yet all I could do was to stare at him like I entered some non-cognitive state.
“You seemed upset,” Samil chuckled, “But you didn't like the office work anyway, did you? Now, you will get back on doing something creative, just like you wanted to.”
My mimic muscles formed a f
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