The CEO's Empathy Pregnancy Pains

Chapter 155 She Is My Wife

"Of course, it's me!"

"Me! I was the first one here after Mr. Anderson. This kind of opportunity should obviously go to me!"

"You all want to rub elbows with the upper class? How do you expect to chat with Mr. Smith without some culture?"

"Are you implying we're uncultured and just a bunch of country bumpkins?"

"Hey, you said it, not me. If anyone should go, it's gotta be me. I'm the most educated one here!"

"And how do you know you're the most educated? There's still a new person standing here!"

As they bickered, their eyes landed on Emily.

Emily, of course, wasn't about to fight over this, so she quickly stepped aside and fibbed, "Relax, I'm not as educated as you all, and I don't want to chat with him. You guys go ahead."

With a few fake smiles, Emily picked up her phone and texted Andrew: [Mr. Anderson, is there a spot for me in the secretary's office?]

Seeing it was a message from Emily, Andrew replied instantly: [Of course there is! Mrs. Smith, you can sit wherever you like. If there's really no space, you can take my spot for now. Thank you, Mrs. Smith.]

sat down at Andrew's desk. But this guy was really just like his boss. They were about to get married, and there wasn't a single photo of his girlfriend on the desk. All the photos were of

a feather flocked together,

of who would chat with Michael was

Ramirez, the woman who had first spoken to Emily, was the most senior in the secretary's office after Andrew. Naturally, she had the first

out of the secretary's office, Emily felt a wave of disdain. She then composed herself and

then, someone else came to stir up trouble. Compared to Laura, this woman was slightly less imposing. In front of Emily, she tried to maintain a facade of calm. But she spoke clearly and

schools, each with their own style and grace, but they wasted their talents gossiping in the secretary's office all day. No

If you keep this up, I'll call Mr. Anderson. Do you think you can rule the secretary's office

I was invited by Michael to help out. Calling Andrew won't change a thing. If you have a problem with me, take it up with the CEO's office." "Third, I'm sitting at Andrew's desk with his permission. I don't need to show you our chat records or

Mr. Smith, instead of bickering and showing

was dressed... well, let's just say her lace outfit was pretty embarrassing for Smith Corporation. "New girl, what kind of look is that?" Nola noticed Emily's unfriendly gaze

were like daggers, piercing into Nola's gaze. Nola

continued, "Fifth, I have a name. It's Emily

"Emily Brown?"

name sound so

knows, it seems like I've heard

everyone murmured about how familiar Emily's name sounded, the door

walked in, one with head