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.]

like his boss. They were about to get married, and there wasn't a single photo of his girlfriend on the desk.

a feather flocked

she silently mocked this, the matter of who would

most senior in the secretary's office after Andrew. Naturally, she had the first opportunity to

the secretary's office, Emily felt a wave of disdain. She then composed herself and turned to help Andrew with the documents

imposing. In front of Emily, she tried to maintain a facade

from prestigious schools, each with their own style and grace, but they wasted their talents gossiping in the secretary's office all

me? If you keep this up, I'll call Mr. Anderson. Do you think you can rule the

problem with me, take it up with the CEO's office." "Third, I'm sitting at Andrew's

Corporation and assist Mr. Smith, instead of bickering and showing off." As she spoke, Emily gave

lace outfit was pretty embarrassing for Smith Corporation. "New girl, what kind of look is that?"

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

continued, "Fifth, I have a name.

"Emily Brown?"

name sound

like

how familiar Emily's name sounded, the door to the secretary's

walked in, one with