"Well, after Eleanor and her husband, James got married, he insisted they stay in the same house as his mother and sister. As time went on, they started showing their real faces. Eleanor has to prepare a bath for the whole family, make sure the house is clean and everyone is well fed, as if that is never enough. Her mother-in-law and sister-in-law always make things hard for her, they always insult her by calling her poor and cheap. Even when she does overtime, she is never allowed to rest. They even look down on her for being a secretary," she said, her eyes full of sorrow as she held back her tears. "What does her husband say about all of that?" I said, trying to calm myself, my heart turning black with hatred. "What use is that jerk? he is far worse than his kids, at least they do stand up for their mom even though they don't have enough power to protect. That jerk instead of standing up for his wife, he complains that she is always complaining about small things. I even heard that he has been going out a lot with his ex-girlfriend using their joint account to pay up for their meals and everything,"
she said, her expression drenched in disgust. "I treat my Eleanor with utmost respect and they treat my treasure like a second hand good. From what I know, James' salary is not even 25% of hers meaning the house has to be hers. When the school is out, send someone to get her kids and bring them to me." I said, giving her the bowl and went to the office to continue with my work. [I almost forgot, today is Hokie's first day at work. I wonder how he is holding up.] I thought to myself look at the class wall separating my office from the twin's play room. From the other side of the building, Hokie adjusted his tie for the tenth time that morning. His new office still smelled of fresh paint, the desk too neat for comfort. He had promised himself he would make a good impression, but the silence pressed on him harder than any boss could. Ethan walked in with a stern face that got almost every female in the office drooling over him. "So, you are Hoseok?" he said, his voice cold yet charming. "Yes" he said, smiling nervously, not knowing how to act in front of him.
"Don't think just because you got in through the CEO, that makes you special. You are just like any other secretaries, not privileges are to be given to you. And please refrain from having thoughts that you should or you will meet the fate of all the previous secretaries." he said coldly, walking towards him. Hoseok zoned out as he remembered my words from earlier on. [Don't be a push over just because you didn't get in through regularly procedures. If anyone dares to bully you, even if it's the president himself. Execute first and report later.] My words echoed in his head, as he looked at the arrogant president spaced out. "Sir, has anyone before told you that narcissism is a mental condition and it needs to be treated? Don't worry even if I were to fall for someone, it wouldn't be..." he said pausing as he looked at him from head to toe with a judging expression. "Someone like you. As you know, I got in because of my sister but it is not that I'm not capable. My sister likes keeping the best to herself, if you know what I mean. So, instead of wasting time sharing the unnecessary information, why don't we get to what we are here for?"
he said with a serious expression, his words dripped with sarcasm and arrogance as he stretched his hand forward, signaling them in. Ethan was embarrassed and at loss for words. He fixed his suit and walked into his office, humbled by his very own secretary. Everyone followed him into the office, quiet as if nothing had happened. He told everyone to leave except his assistant. "Brian, tell me. Am I not rich or handsome enough?" he said, his eyebrows furrowed, eyes narrowed as he rubbed his chin. "Well, you are rich and handsome. Just that you are too arrogant and think highly of yourself." he said in a lower voice, hoping he doesn't hear him. "Ahem!" He cleared his throat as he stared daggers at Brian. The moment Brian met his gaze, he swallowed hard and tried to change the topic. "Mr Brown, here is the schedule for today," he said, avoiding his eyes as he placed the file holder on the table.