Thalassa was tidying up the conference room when she noticed a stack of A4 papers on the table.
They were fashion designs, stylish and beautiful, instantly catching Thalassaâs eye She walked over and saw the first design, a goose-yellow velvet skirt that was incredibly trendy. It reminded her of a similar skirt Faye had worn, yet there was something different about it âThalassa! What are you doing?â
Just as she was engrossed in the designs, a frantic voice erupted from the entrance.
Turning around, she saw Faye striding in, gathering the designs from the table into her arms, and sternly said. âWere you looking at the designs? What were you thinking? These are the hard work of our design team, pulling all-nighters. Were. they made for you, the cleaner, to look at?â
Fayeâs words dripped with sarcasm and disdain.
Thalassa had no intention to argue with her. She maintained a polite smile and said, âFaye, youâre right.
These designs are important. But then, why were they left on the conference table just like that? As the presidentâs secretary, you should pay more attention to details. Being careless isnât a good habit, you knowâ
Faye was left speechless by Thalassaâs sharp retort, her insides seething with anger. However, she had to maintain her elegance, even in her fury. âYou donât need to clean the conference room anymore.
The presidentâs desk is a bit dirty. Go clean it,â she said, struggling to sound composed.
Thalassa just turned and left.
As she walked away, Faye watched her retreating figure, a sly glint in her eyes.
When Thalassa entered the office, Lysander was reviewing documents at his desk.
The air was thick with tension.
Thalassa felt a suffocating pressure that made it hard for her to breathe..
But cleaning the desk was her job, and she couldnât run away from it.
She tiptoed over and began to wipe the desk with a cloth..
Bending over, her chest almost pressed against the table as she tried to clean it thoroughly.
She was wearing a round-necked long-sleeve T-shirt, which normally looked very neat, but her position made it look a bit too revealing.
Her skin looked soft, causing Lysanderâs gaze to deepen.
Thalassa was oblivious to his change and continued to scrub. She just wanted to finish and leave quickly to avoid being in the same room as Lysander.
In her hurry, she accidentally knocked the phone off the desk, creating a loud noise..
âIâm sorry, Iâll pick it up right away.â Thalassa hurriedly said, bending down to retrieve the phone.
âAh!â She tripped over the leg of the table, lost her balance, and fell right into Lysanderâs arms.
The warmth and firmness of his chest made Thalassaâs heart race.
She looked up into Lysanderâs deep eyes.
Taking a sharp intake of breath, she quickly pushed him away, trying to stand up. âMr. Sinclair, Iâm sorry, really sorry.â
As light as a cloud, the woman had invaded Lysanderâs arms. Her faint scent filled his nostrils, making his heart beat faster.
Her hand was braced against his chest, like a kittenâs paw, playfully stirring his heart, irresistibly tempting him.
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