John Fame raised an eyebrow: "If you want to be a secretary in the president's office, I can meet your request."
"No no no, I haven't thought of it..." Lissy Lock hastily denied.
What a joke, if she were transferred to his office as a secretary, working directly under him every day, she'd be completely devoured by him, not even the traces would be left.
"The minimum qualification for the secretary in the president's office is having at least a graduate degree. You're not qualified for the job."
Lissy Lock: "…Yes, Mr. Fame, you're right."
"There's a board of directors' meeting at the company today. Grandpa will be present. You'd better watch yourself and remember your place," John Fame slowly admonished her, "stay as far away from Walter Smith as you can."
Lissy Lock was taken aback. How did he know that Walter Smith had come to see her yesterday?
John Fame continued: "I am clear about everything you do. You'd better not hold any illusions."
Lissy Lock felt a bit gloomy.
