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.

he corrected me, causing me to pause and face him. "But you're my boss," I stated, raising an eyebrow in

shook his head and sighed. "Yeah,

him, seeking permission to proceed. He simply nodded. Turning once again, I

the computer, I noticed some files already placed on my desk, likely created by his previous secretary. Logging into the system, I discovered

work hard to get his meetings back

get started." I encouraged myself, preparing to dive into the task

had flown by, and it was already lunchtime. Yet, the sheer

my lunch break to keep

ring of the landline on

Mia, Mr. Logan Mancini's secretary," I said with a touch of formality, my eyes still fixated on the computer

heart to skip a beat. It was Mr. Mancini himself. "Mia," he said, and just his

I glanced around the room, half-expecting

the amusement evident in his voice. My boss had eyes on everything, and there was no escaping his

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

turned

don't need to

taking care of your work. You need to

mouth to protest, to explain that the workload was simply

to my

than to defy my boss's commands, and so with a mix of curiosity

discuss during my

break?

and grabbed a notepad and pen. With

him leaning against his desk, hands tucked in his pockets, gazing towards the door as if he had been waiting for me.