Her thoughts were interrupted by a phone call. Without looking at the caller ID, Hannah Snow already knew who it was. "Mr. Smith."
On the other end of the line, Charles Smith asked indifferently, "How did it go, little junior? Did you handle it?"
Hannah Snow lightly pressed her tongue against her clearly swollen cheek, "As you wished."
A chuckle came from the phone, "I knew it. There's nothing you can't handle."
Hannah Snow hung up the phone. She knew he did it on purpose, always throwing her in front of those women to clean up his mess. It's as if he had to see her beg for help to be happy, but she wouldn't give him that satisfaction!
She had thought that once he graduated from college and left the school, her days of suffering would end. Little did she know, it didn't just end, but continued, all because of Charles the Big jerk's torment.
Now, she had developed a body that was impervious to all poisons, a body that was indestructible against knives and guns.
Taking a deep breath, it was time to go back and endure the "torture."
*******
Hannah Snow stepped into the company and headed straight to the restroom to touch up her makeup. After layering on a few coats of powder, she managed to conceal the red marks on her face. She tidied up her appearance and resumed the image of the versatile secretary.
As soon as she entered the secretary's office, she was met with a gloomy atmosphere.
"Hannah, it's great to have you back!"
Hannah Snow looked at the approaching Song Anya, who had been groomed by her ever since she joined the company. There was no specific reason, other than the fact that she reminded her of her own inexperienced self when she first entered the workforce. She possessed a purity and vigor that other employees lacked, fully embodying the freshness of a newcomer in the corporate world.
The media and entertainment company was too complicated, and the competition between people was fierce, both openly and secretly.
Because behind Hannah Snow stood the CEO's mother, Lady Smith, as her support, whenever there was something that required interrupting the CEO's happy moments, everyone unanimously pushed the task onto Hannah Snow.
After all, they were just ordinary commoners; if they lost their jobs, they would be left with nothing!
Hannah Snow stood up and compared to last time, she was fifteen minutes quicker!
Amidst the admiring gazes of the secretaries, Hannah Snow walked to the office door and knocked three times. Anyway, she knew who was busy inside and that there was no one available to open the door, so she simply pushed it open and went in.
As expected, she saw two naked figures entangled passionately on the spacious office desk. The dazzling golden hair was buried in the woman's body, and they were panting fervently.
Seeing that she had entered, the man looked up at her, but his movements did not stop; instead, he accelerated, leaving the woman no time to divert her attention.
His intense movements made the woman's moans grow louder and clear, reaching the ears of the secretaries outside, who had long become accustomed to such scenes.
Hannah Snow looked at him coldly and spoke, "CEO, the press conference will start in ten minutes. Please finish up quickly."
His charming peach blossom eyes slightly narrowed, and he disliked Hannah Snow's calm demeanor. With force, he continued thrusting into the woman beneath him. "Ten minutes won't be enough. I haven't broken my record of six consecutive hours yet!"
His deep voice, which didn't sound like that of someone currently engaged in a passionate activity, made no hint of panting. Hannah Snow raised an eyebrow, "Alright, then I'll have the journalists come up for a six-hour live press conference!"
After saying that, she walked away without caring to close the door.
With gritted teeth, Charles Smith watched the tall figure in the black suit leave and finally made one last forceful thrust before releasing his heated passion. Damn Hannah Snow!