Chapter 6 Incompatible with Money

• Natalie curled her lips into a mocking smile. "Oh, seems like three days apart really does make one see you with new eyes. Haven't seen you in a few days, Mr. Clark. Have you become the president of the Galactic Group?"
• Henry was momentarily confused. "What are you talking about?"
• "What do you think? My position is the president's secretary. If you can get me fired, then you must be our almighty president, right?"
• Unbeknownst to them, the actual president was standing across the hallway, watching the spectacle with amusement.
• Flustered by her words, Henry angrily retorted, "Do you know who I am? I'm the project director representing Gale Solutions to discuss cooperation!"
• The HR manager beside them finally realised that the new secretary had offended someone important. He bowed and apologized profusely. "Please don't be angry. She just started today and doesn't know any better. On behalf of the company, I apologize to you."
• Watching Henry leave triumphantly, Natalie couldn't help but wonder if he truly had the power to decide her fate.
• "You really know how to cause trouble! As the president's secretary, you don't even know basic guest etiquette? Take this manual and memorise it! If you can't recite it, don't bother clocking in for work!"
• The HR manager glared at her angrily.
• Natalie had no choice. If she wanted to keep this job, she had to memorise the manual in the hallway.
• Memorizing it was one thing, but the embarrassment was another.
• Being forced into this humiliating position, how could she ever show her face at the company again?
• The sound of leather shoes suddenly echoed behind her.
• "Ms. Barnes, has the new secretary arrived?" The deep, magnetic voice was all too familiar. Natalie turned around in shock, and as expected, it was the man from the nightclub.
• The deep, magnetic voice was all too familiar. Natalie turned around in shock, and as expected, it was the man from the nightclub.
• Could he possibly be here to rescue her out of the kindness of his heart?
• Ms. Barnes bowed respectfully. "President, she has arrived."
• Wait, did Natalie hear that correctly?
• President? This male escort who made a living with his looks and body?
• This had to be a joke!
• Could the chairman of this group be some wealthy woman smitten with his good looks who made him president?
• "Have her bring coffee to my office," Isaac instructed expressionlessly.
• He then gave Natalie an inexplicable look as he turned to leave.
• As the president walked away, Ms. Barnes couldn't help but wonder why such a trivial task required the president's personal order.
• The entire secretarial department had over ten people always on standby.
• Even as she carried the coffee tray into the president's office, Natalie's mind was still reeling.
• The man she had offended multiple times was actually the president of Galactic? And she was now his secretary?
• In just a few minutes, her brain had experienced unparalleled stimulation, like a roller coaster ride gone wrong.
• What a disaster!
• "Don't be absent-minded, be careful not to break ... "
• Before Isaac could finish his sentence, the startled Natalie trembled, and the coffee cups crashed to the ground.
• "Oh! I'm so sorry!" Natalie panicked, apologizing profusely as she looked at the obviously expensive coffee set.
• She hurriedly tried to clean up the broken pieces, doing her best to salvage the situation.
• The coffee was scalding hot, but luckily, it only splashed on her skirt and didn't burn her.
• Isaac tutted, "The company really hired a useless employee like you."
• "I'm truly sorry! I'll compensate for it," Natalie offered.
• "Of course you'll compensate," Isaac glanced at the shattered porcelain. "This is an antique tea set. The cost will be deducted from your salary."
• Back in the secretarial department, Natalie had lost all motivation to work. Was she inherently incompatible with money?
• "Ha, Natalie, you're really something. You haven't even earned a penny yet, and you're already in debt?" Her colleague Cynthia mocked her mercilessly.