Queenie nodded. ‘T''ll keep that in mind.”


    “If the boss’ girlfriend sees you in this attire, she might fire you just because she doesn’t like it,’ Cecily added. That made


    Queenie curious. “Mr.. Manson has a girlfriend?”


    “Why do you want to know? Do you think you have a chance?” For some reason, Cecily didn’t like Queenie from the first


    moment she saw her. Maybe it was because of her looks, or maybe because she was wearing brand-name goods all over.


    Cecily just didn’t like her.


    Queenie quickly waved her hands. “No, of course not.”Exclusive ? content by N(?)ve/l/Drama.Org.


    “Only uber-richdies are worthy of the boss’ love. We''re just the little guys, so give up. His girlfriend was still sleeping in when |


    sent a set of female clothes to his house, or | would have seen what she looked like if she was awake.”


    Queenie’s eyes went wide. “Wait. Whent did you go to his house again?”


    “Yesterday morning’ Cecily rested her chin on her hand. Three days ago, Nigel told her to send a set of clothes over to his house.


    She thought there must be ady in Nigel’s house for him to make that request, so she picked some clothes and lingerie from


    the hotel store and sent them over to his ce.


    Queenie held her forehead. Oh god, that was me. Cecily thinks I''m Nigel''s girlfriend. “You probably took it the wrong way. She


    probably isn’t Mr. Manson’s girlfriend.” / need to exin myself.


    “She spent two nights at the boss’ ce. Of course she’s his girlfriend. I’ve worked as his assistant for two years, and that was


    the first time a girl was staying over,” Cecily answered adamantly.


    Queenie was amused, but she knew arguing was useless, so she smiled. “Anything for me to do?” she asked.


    Cecily ced a stack of files on her table. “Turn the PC on and log into the hotel. system. I''ll teach you how to handle these.”


    “Sure.” She was happy she had something to do. Cecily had a lot more time on her hands now with Queenie around. She


    suddenly felt like having coffee. “You free? Get some coffee for us.”


    “Sure.” Queenie was enthusiastic about her first job, and she wasn’t averse to doing more work, so she agreed swiftly, “You need


    to finish these today. It’s almost the cutoff for the monthly payroll. We can’t dy any longer.”


    Queenie was a little surprised. I''ve been working for twenty minutes and | only got through two pages. There''s a stack here. Can


    | even finish these on time? | think | might have to do overtime. Queenie went and bought some coffee. And she paid it out of her


    own pocket.


    Nigel had lunch with the top brass after the meeting and went for golf in the afternoon. Work hours were already over when he


    came back to the hotel. Queenie working alone.


    Queenie was typing really slowly from theck of experience inputer work. What was more, she wasn’t too good with


    numbers, so she had to double or triple check. Work was going at a snail’s pace for her.


    Nigel emerged from the elevator. He was just here to get some files, but when he went by the office, he noticed the lights were


    still on, and there were sounds of someone typing on the keyboard. Nigel took a look and saw someone sitting in front of the


    computer and typing as slow as a sloth. Queenie? “Why are you still here?” he asked.


    Queenie almost had a heart attack.. Everyone on this floor should have left.. She was the only one working overtime, and him


    suddenly calling out to her almost scared the living daylights out of her.