Eve took the drink and felt the blood drain from her face. "President Madison, I can explain—"
"No need. I won't put it on your record."
Ambryan scowled. "Madison, that is unprofessional."
"A killjoy as always." Madison sighed with an eye roll, grabbing the secretary's shoulders and looking at her in the eye. "Eve, just say the word and I'll take you as my subordinate."
Instead of a concerned look, Eve stared at a pleading one. It would be wrong to say that she wasn't flattered by the President's favor towards her. They always had a good relationship. There was never any pressure for her to do better than she could.
It seemed like the work would be a breeze, a piece of cake or a walk in the park.
Unfortunately, it opened little growth on her part as an employee.
