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.

face

and

Turning once again, I grasped the doorknob, opened the door, and made my way

placed on my desk, likely created by his previous secretary. Logging into the system, I

have to work hard to get his meetings back on

myself, preparing to dive into the

desk seemed insurmountable. Glancing at my watch, I realized that the day had flown by, and it was already lunchtime. Yet, the sheer volume of work left me doubtful if I could accomplish everything in a single day.

to sacrifice my lunch break to keep plowing through my

overwhelming state of mind, the sharp ring of the landline on my desk startled me.

Mr. Logan Mancini's secretary," I said with a

deep, masculine voice resonated through the receiver, causing my heart to skip a beat. It was Mr. Mancini himself. "Mia," he

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

evident in his voice. My boss had eyes on everything, and there

trying my best to work on your schedules

tone turned serious,

"You don't need to

care of your work. You need to eat and replenish your energy to work more.

that the workload

my office,"

mix of curiosity and trepidation,

during

break?

a notepad and pen. With them in hand,

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