Entarca, Mumbai.
The elevator's doors opened and a slender and gorgeous girl wearing a white half-sleeved shirt and maroon-colored mini skirt entered the office.
The clattering sound of her high heels alerted the employees working in the working area and every one of them turned their heads to look at the girl.
"Assistant Trisha..."
"Trisha Ma'am..."
"Good Morning, Trisha Ma'am..."
"Sister Trisha..."
They started to greet her politely as she walked towards the Vice President's office.
Trisha smiled friendly and warmly at the employees and nodded her head in acceptance of their greetings.
After she entered the office of Vice President, the employees started to gossip to each other in soft voices.
"Assistant Trisha is so sweet! Even though she is the daughter of our President, she never behaves arrogantly."
"Right. Otherwise, which daughter of a billionaire will work as a secretary in her father's office?"
