15~ Charity event

A few hours had passed and Chris was beginning to get antsy. He had expected Rita to barge into his office to demand an explanation for why he had given her such a job.

But according to John, she was working in silence, not looking angry at all.

Chris grabbed his phone and texted John.

Chris: How’s it going?

John: It’s going fine sir. Madam seems to have adjusted already.

Chris furrowed his brow at the response. He texted back.

Chris: Does she look angry?

John: No sir… she’s smiling occasionally.

Chris sighed and put his phone back on the table, pinching the bridge of his nose. He never expected the spoilt princess to be so headstrong.

He only wanted to humble her. Back then, she had said he was out of her league. Yet, ten years later, she had become an assistant to the man she scorned for not having a bright future. She had become a little worm that he could easily squish with his hands.

Chris had worked extra hard because of this. Because he wanted to show her that you don’