After Choosing Her Secretary, She Regretted Losing MeChapter 1
When I got into the car accident, Verity Walker, my girlfriend, passed by with her male secretary. She slowed down the moment she caught sight of me, bloodied and wrestling in pain, though rather than extending a hand, she leaned out the window and hurled a cutting remark my way.
“Don’t worry about him; he’s not going to die!” She jeered before speeding off, leaving me in a state of disbelief.
Later that evening, I huddled in the dim corner of my bedroom, a heavy sense of unease settling over me.
As my eyes drifted to the open closet, something caught my attention—among my hung clothes was a pair of men’s underwear that didn’t belong to me.
Without hesitation, I shut the closet door and picked up my phone.
“President Everett,” I uttered, calm and composed. “I’ve made my decision. I’ll be ready to leave the city next week and join your company.”
“That’s excellent news, Tyron,” he responded, satisfied. “We’re excited to have you on board.”
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