Chapter 77


    Patricia headed out bright and early the following day as she had to take the subway to work.


    As the eldest youngdy of the Aniston Family, Patricia had never ridden any public transportation.


    That was, until six years ago when she left her family. Since then, she has mastered the art of


    taking the subway and the bus.


    She rarely hailed a cab as she didn’t want to waste money; the fare would rise as the time ticked,


    after all.


    The subway was jam-packed with people, so stuffy that she was covered in sweat by the time she


    exited the cart. It was 7.50AM when she arrived at Arnold Corporation, and after clocking in, she


    headed straight to the president’s office on the top floor.


    She went to the executive secretary, Sore Lock, to report for duty. Sore had already received


    Isaac’s message the day before to add a work desk in his office, which would be for his secretary


    With that, she took Patricia into Isaac’s office and pointed at the desk by the door. “This will be


    your desk.”


    Patricia nodded in acknowledgment. “Thank you, Miss Lock.”


    Sore took a gander at Patricia. She’s pretty and all, but her clothes are… meh. Anybody can tell


    what she’s wearing are so yesterday. Then again, the treatment she gets is one that none of us in


    the secretary department has.


    She had a good feeling that this woman and the president might be in some sort of rtionship,


    and Patricia might even be the future Mrs. Arnold. Because of that likelihood, she treated Patricia


    deferentially. “No worries. Feel free toe to me if there’s anything you don’t understand.”


    Everyone here in Arnold Corporation is pretty nice, Patricia thought. They’re not condescending at


    all and are even pretty friendly.


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    There was aputer and andline on her desk, and after sitting down and putting her mug on it,


    she studied her surroundings.


    Isaac’s office was massive, spacious, and bright, but it was mainly decorated in white or gray,


    looking very stoic.


    She didn’t know what her job scope was, so she just went to his desk and thought to tidy it up.


    Just then, the door opened, and Isaac came in wearing a ck coat. Liam wanted to take the coat


    from him after he removed it. But seeing that Patricia was present, he ordered her, “Hang the coat,


    Miss Aniston.”


    Patricia knew this was part of her job, so she took the coat from Isaac and hung it up.


    After that, she returned to her desk and watched him give Liam the work for the day. He was the


    epitome of a mighty ruler, having that je ne sais quoi.


    She finally truly understood what people meant when they said men looked the most charming


    when they worked.


    Before leaving, Liam smiled at Patricia when he passed by her desk. “Miss Aniston, President


    Arnold has a habit of drinking a cup of ck coffee every morning.”


    Knowing that he was giving her a hint, Patricia got up. “I’ll make it right away.”


    With that, she followed Liam out. Liam gave her a tour of the President’s office, which consisted of


    two break rooms—one solely dedicated to Isaac’s.


    Everything in there was what Isaac normally used, all of which were branded, even the water and


    coffee he drank. More than that, all of them were crazy expensive.


    Though Patricia was now strapped, she was from an affluent family, after all, so she still knew a


    thing or two about branded products.


    While Liam told her Isaac’s preferences in detail, Patricia jotted it all down on her phone, swearing


    she would serve the man well.


    After all, the thirty-thousand sry meant a great deal to her.


    Patricia returned to Isaac’s office with a cup of coffee and put it on his desk. “Here’s your coffee,


    President Arnold. I’ve put a ssh of milk in it. It’ll be better for your stomach.”


    She couldn’t believe he had drunk his coffee without milk or sugar. Not only would it taste super


    bitter, but it wouldn’t be good for his stomach as well.


    It was only then that Isaac took a nce at her. His ck suit, white dress shirt, and navy blue


    necktie made him look absolutely aloof.


    “Patricia, do you know what a personal secretary is required to do? Pick me up to work in the


    morning and send me home after work. You didn’t show up this morning, so your bonus will be


    deducted.”