Monica glanced at her boss, her smile radiant.
"It was on New Year's Eve…"
In truth, she was hoping that her boss would definitely want to see Cynthia sing, and that's why she was pushing her to perform.
Albert Wilson, holding his wine glass, leaned casually against the back of his chair, head tilted as he watched Cynthia retreating. He found the situation amusing. Monica, true to her role as his secretary, had nailed his unspoken desire, and now he was looking forward to seeing Cynthia sing.
Without giving Cynthia a chance to refuse, Monica rushed over and selected the song.
At that moment, the previous song ended, and before Cynthia could even react, she was pushed forward by a pair of strong hands. Monica quickly grabbed her and handed her the microphone, pulling her to the front.
