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Queenie nodded. ‘T’ll keep that in mind.”
“If the boss’ girlfriend sees you in this attire, she might fire you just because she doesn’t like it,’ Cecily
added. That made Queenie curious. “Mr.. Manson has a girlfriend?”
“Why do you want to know? Do you think you have a chance?” For some reason, Cecily didn’t like
Queenie from the first moment she saw her. Maybe it was because of her looks, or maybe because she
was wearing brand-name goods all over. Cecily just didn’t like her.
Queenie quickly waved her hands. “No, of course not.”
“Only uber-rich ladies are worthy of the boss’ love. We’re just the little guys, so give up. His girlfriend
was still sleeping in when I sent a set of female clothes to his house, or I would have seen what she
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtlooked like if she was awake.”
Queenie’s eyes went wide. “Wait. Whent did you go to his house again?”
“Yesterday morning’ Cecily rested her chin on her hand. Three days ago, Nigel told her to send a set of
clothes over to his house. She thought there must be a lady in Nigel’s house for him to make that
request, so she picked some clothes and lingerie from the hotel store and sent them over to his place.
Queenie held her forehead. Oh god, that was me. Cecily thinks I’m Nigel’s girlfriend. “You probably took
it the wrong way. She probably isn’t Mr. Manson’s girlfriend.” / need to explain myself.
“She spent two nights at the boss’ place. Of course she’s his girlfriend. I’ve worked as his assistant for
two years, and that was the first time a girl was staying over,” Cecily answered adamantly.
Queenie was amused, but she knew arguing was useless, so she smiled. “Anything for me to do?” she
asked.
Cecily placed a stack of files on her table. “Turn the PC on and log into the hotel. system. I’ll teach you
how to handle these.”
“Sure.” She was happy she had something to do. Cecily had a lot more time on her hands now with
Queenie around. She suddenly felt like having coffee. “You free? Get some coffee for us.”
“Sure.” Queenie was enthusiastic about her first job, and she wasn’t averse to doing more work, so she
agreed swiftly, “You need to finish these today. It’s almost the cutoff for the monthly payroll. We can’t
delay any longer.”
Queenie was a little surprised. I’ve been working for twenty minutes and I only got through two pages.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmThere’s a stack here. Can I even finish these on time? I think I might have to do overtime. Queenie
went and bought some coffee. And she paid it out of her own pocket.
Nigel had lunch with the top brass after the meeting and went for golf in the afternoon. Work hours
were already over when he came back to the hotel. Queenie working alone.
Queenie was typing really slowly from the lack of experience in computer work. What was more, she
wasn’t too good with numbers, so she had to double or triple check. Work was going at a snail’s pace
for her.
Nigel emerged from the elevator. He was just here to get some files, but when he went by the office, he
noticed the lights were still on, and there were sounds of someone typing on the keyboard. Nigel took a
look and saw someone sitting in front of the computer and typing as slow as a sloth. Queenie? “Why
are you still here?” he asked.
Queenie almost had a heart attack.. Everyone on this floor should have left.. She was the only one
working overtime, and him suddenly calling out to her almost scared the living daylights out of her.
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