Olivia's POV:
After buying the coffee, I left the cafe in a hurry, as it was past nine and the boss must be there already. I was about to get into the company when a man bumped into me, and the coffee fell and some spilled on my hand.
"Ouch!" I winced in pain when the man glared at me with an apologetic look.
"I am sorry, I had to get something outside urgently," he said, and I frowned.
"You should at least watch where you are going; is it a crime to be a secretary? Now I need to get another one, and this company doesn't even have a coffee machine," I sneered angrily while holding my hands tightly.
"So are you saying the company isn't good?" He asked, and my anger flared up. He didn't mind that my hand was hurting and still wanted to ask me such a question.
