Ten minutes later, Alina carried coffee to knock on the door of the director's office.
The man's deep voice said, "Come in."
She regulated her breathing, composed herself, raised her head, and pushed the door open with confidence.
Her high heels clicked from afar, leaving a trail of beguiling fragrance. Approaching the dark, large desk, she respectfully set down the coffee in front of the man, her red lips curving into a smile, "Mr. Chen, your coffee."
...
Just two minutes later, Alina carried the untouched coffee back to the pantry, the bright smile previously on her face nowhere to be found.
At the computer, Liang Weining was sorting through departmental information when a schadenfreude-filled voice rang out, "Miss Liang, Mr. Chen wants you to go to his office."
"Call me Secretary Liang." The girl corrected.
Alina choked.
Acting all high and mighty, but no matter how pretty, in the end, you're just a secretary.
With a status like Mr. Chen's, would he lack women?
