Let Me Go, My Mafia Husband by Paga Slayer

Chapter 466 Realization Mia's POV.

In the afternoon, I retreated to my room to prepare for the impending meeting with potential clients. The purpose of the meeting was to discuss the possibility of expanding Logan's branches by establishing franchises for his new product. I took great care in dressing professionally for the occasion, opting for a black pencil skirt and a crisp white top.

As the meeting commenced, the discussion revolved around business matters, and, being the secretary, I assumed a quiet and observant role. My duties extended to ensuring that refreshments were available, so I promptly ordered food and drinks for the attendees. As the waiter brought in the beverages, I took the initiative to serve them in the appropriate glasses. However, I couldn't shake the uncomfortable feeling of being under the clients' scrutiny. Their gazes felt insidious and suggestive, making me feel both weird and awkward. Nonetheless, I maintained my composure, wearing a professional facade despite the discomfort their stares caused me.

However, I remained composed, wearing a professional facade, and continued with my duties. But then, the client addressed me directly, using an endearing term, "Hey sweetie! What's your name?" I glanced at Logan, whose eyes narrowed with disapproval at the man's choice of words.

Maintaining my poise, I replied in a calm and steady tone, "My name is Mia. I am Mr. Mancini's secretary." My response aimed at asserting my professional identity and creating a boundary.

The client, seemingly undeterred, continued with his attempts at familiarity, "Nice name, why didn't you join us for a drink?" He even gestured for me to sit beside him.

However, before I could reply, Logan swiftly intervened, turning towards me with a stern expression. His authoritative voice filled the room, "Mia, order something for yourself and take another table. This is a serious discussion, and your presence here is unnecessary. Once you've finished your meal, you can return to your room. You are off duty."

I nodded my head, trying to appear nonchalant as I kept my eyes down. Sliding into a chair at another table, I ordered some food, attempting to divert my attention away from the tense conversation happening nearby.

Logan, my boss and the leader of our mafia family, was handling some important clients, and I knew better than to interrupt or draw attention to myself.

Despite my efforts to tune them out, the clients' conversation was hard to ignore. They were discussing something inappropriate, and I couldn't help but eavesdrop inadvertently. One of the clients, with a lecherous gaze, remarked, "Mancini, your secretary is really hot. Why don't you send her to us for a night?" I felt a shiver of discomfort as his eyes seemed to linger on me.

"Enough. I won't tolerate this kind of conversation about my employees. She is my staff, and in my company, every female staff member gets

to make light of the situation, "Oh, come on Logan, I know what kind of services these secretaries provide. I also have one. If you want, I can send her to you; she's

filled with disgust at their crude remarks, but Logan's response

me. Otherwise, I will gladly dismiss this meeting and find another

a big deal. You know this is normal in our business world. And even if you don't want to use them for your business, I know these kinds of ambitious girls can spread their legs for money for any man. Do you think that if you deny me, then I won't get her? No, man, I can still get her if I offer

thoughts by the resounding slap of Logan's fist hitting the table. Thankfully, it was a sturdy wooden table, not one made of fragile glass. My heart raced as I watched his anger flare

approach her. She's an innocent and kind girl, and above all, she's my..." He paused, his voice trailing off momentarily. "...secretary. I've

his eyes glinting with amusement. "Why are you so mad? It's just business, Logan. We're not talking about

our line of work. And you're acting as if you're oblivious to it all," he taunted, a mocking laugh escaping his lips. "Come on, Logan, I know you've

truth hit me like a freight

the illusions I

a notorious playboy, a man who changed companions as easily as he changed his clothes. How could I have been so blind? I had

berated myself for ever thinking that he could be mine, that he could truly care for me. The reality

my father's medical treatment.

vision blurred. I wished I could slap some sense into myself for falling for his deceitful charm, for mistaking fleeting affection for something deeper and meaningful. It was a cruel lesson to learn, a

we can arrange a new girl every night for you," Richard

surge of revulsion welling up within me, threatening to spill over. Nausea clawed its way to my throat as I fought to keep my composure. How could I be a part of this repulsive world? The thought made me feel utterly disgusted and