CHAPTER 824. MY LITTLE BELOVED. No Foolish Modesty

Gigi hadn’t exactly jumped for joy when she got the job. First, because it hurt to know she couldn’t aspire to more than being the copy girl, since she didn’t have the money to continue her education. And second, because ever since she was a child, she had learned to keep her feelings—good or bad—to herself.

So when Mr. Hommver told her that she would be the company owner’s secretary for a few days, she hadn’t even understood what was happening. She had simply gone to his office, and of course, the unfortunate chain of events that always seemed to follow her didn’t take long to strike again—mainly because the shoes she was wearing were “inherited” from her mother and were two sizes too big.

So, when, to complete her misery, that coffee pot spilled all over her, forcing her to stifle a pained grunt, she already looked like a cornered little animal against the furniture, while the man who appeared to be the owner roared like a hungry li