Let Me Go, My Mafia Husband by Paga Slayer

Chapter 444 Want You In My Meal Mia's POV.

When I applied for the job and went in for the interview, I already knew it was Logan Mancini's company. Fortunately, I was chosen among the applicants. I was desperate for employment, as my family relied on me for

financial support. Recently, my father had been diagnosed with cancer, and we needed substantial funds for his treatment.

Despite being a fresh graduate without any prior experience, the Mancini group offered an excellent salary, which was a significant relief for me.

Today, I felt a wave of nervousness wash over me as I prepared to face Logan Mancini, my new boss. With a pounding heart, I mustered the courage to step into his office.

His initial demeanor startled me; it was rather rude. However, as soon as his gaze fell upon me, his expression changed, and his voice softened, carrying a gentler tone.

He rose from his seat with an air of surprise, making his way towards me. It was evident that my presence as his secretary caught him off guard. After all, I had been the one consistently ignoring his advances and attempts to connect. "Mia?" he called my name, his tone filled with disbelief as he took in the sight before him.

"Yes, Mr. Mancini?" I replied hesitantly, unsure of how he would react.

"So, you... I mean, you're my new secretary?" he asked, shaking his head and letting out a chuckle.

"Apologies if you were expecting someone else," I quipped, unable to resist mocking him, though I couldn't quite comprehend why I was playing along with him like this.

"No, this is even better than what I imagined," he replied, grinning mischievously.

Curiosity piqued, I shifted gears, adopting a more professional demeanor. "So, what are your next instructions for me?" I inquired, emphasizing my commitment to working diligently and striving to build my career.

"Just go through my schedule and help me organize each and every meeting. Maria has caused enough trouble by messing them up," Mr. Mancini instructed.

"Right away, Mr. Mancini," I replied, swiftly turning on my heel and making my way towards the door.

pause and face him. "But you're my

shook his head and sighed. "Yeah,

proceed. He simply nodded. Turning once again, I grasped

desk, likely created by his previous secretary. Logging into the system, I discovered

have to work hard to get his meetings

I encouraged myself, preparing to dive into the

was already lunchtime. Yet, the sheer volume of work left me doubtful if

lunch break to

landline on my desk startled me. I quickly answered the call,

with

"Mia," he said, and just his calling my name sent a shiver down my spine, "It's lunch

he knew my current situation. I glanced around the room, half-expecting to find

evident in

"Yes, Mr. Mancini, I'm trying my best

tone turned serious, laced

don't

Mia. Taking care of yourself is as important as taking care of

to explain that the workload was simply too much, but he cut me

come to my office,"

and so with a mix of curiosity and trepidation, I gathered my things and made my way to Mr. Mancini's office. What could he

during my

break?

a notepad and pen. With them in hand, I made my way towards

pockets, gazing towards the door as if he had been waiting for me. As I walked in, he straightened up and picked up his