Three years ago.
"Miss Astares, with all due respect, I believe my son, Grayson, would be a far better match to serve as your secretary."
"Is that so?" Belen is elegantly sitting across from a Director in the conference room alone.
"What makes you so positive to question my current secretary's abilities?" Belen displays her professional smile hidden with irritation.
"I can list all the great aspects my son has for the position itself, but your current secretary is questionable."
Her eyes coldly glow with a sip of her tea, "Oh? Enlighten me."
"You can't trust an orphan. Think about it, Miss Astares. An orphan like him only wants one thing. That is to gain your trust. He can steal anything right from underneath your nose." So he connivingly tries to persuade Belen.
"So that's your reason," she flatly places her cup of tea down on the coaster. "You're saying I can't, or rather I shouldn't place my trust in my current secretary, yes?"
