Chad Yakov's eyes flashed, a glint crossing his gaze, and he casually parted his lips.
"My job?" Victoria Gibson pointed at her own nose, eyes wide in shock.
Is she here to be a secretary, or is she here to be a personal chef?
Getting one salary, doing two jobs, he dreams big!
"There's no such thing in the recruitment resume, I refuse." Without thinking, Victoria Gibson answered, and before Chad Yakov could refute, she took off the apron she was wearing, turned around, and headed for the door.
She stopped at the door and turned her head back.
"The sky is about to brighten, I looked after you all night yesterday, and also cooked noodles for you, so consider that bowl of noodles as your treat to me. We're even, I've already forgotten everything about today, Mr. Chad, hello, Mr. Chad, goodbye!"
"Bang—" Victoria Gibson finished her sentence in one breath, forcefully closed the door, rushed to her workstation, grabbed her bag, and ran out of the company.
