The Double Life of a Secretary (Megan and Leo)

Chapter 7

Vada was fuming with anger. She rolled up her sleeves and was ready to fight, “I told you to leave

him alone. You’re no longer his secretary. It’s none of your business if the company wants to have a meeting with him!”

Megan had fallen out with Leo, but the people in the company still didn’t know.

She had just received a call from the company that there was something wrong with the project. The shareholders were so anxious that they couldn’t find Leo, and his phone was turned off. They couldn’t get in touch with him, so they called her.

After all, it was a project that she had worked for before. She thought that it was reasonable for her to come back and inform him, but she didn’t expect to hear him say that.

It was as if a thorn had pierced into her heart.

“Megan, are you all right?”

“Vada, did you buy the pill?”

“Yes, yes. Here you are. Wait for me to buy you a bottle of water.”

“No need.” Megan tore open the package, raised her head, and threw the pill into her mouth.

The bitter taste in her throat instantly filled her mouth. The pill was too big and stuck in her throat. She coughed a few times and forced herself to swallow it, choking so hard that she burst into tears.

“Are you all right? Slow down.”

The corners of Megan’s eyes were still sparkling, but she smiled slightly, “Let’s go home.”

“Why don’t I take you to other places?”

Megan smiled and said, “Life has to go on. I have to find a new job as soon as possible. I don’t want to go back and ask for help yet.”

smile, “That’s right! Life still goes on. You’re so capable that it’s easy for you

home, she spent the whole afternoon preparing a perfect

had a high degree, a good school, and outstanding working ability. She had participated in many big projects

but after

was right? No one in Houston dared to accept

a little

her cell phone rang.

even more excited than her, “Coming! Pick it up, pick it

fear and trepidation,

Please pay for your mother’s treatment as

her face.

of the three surgeries, together with chemotherapy

dollars.”

the money

pay the fee before tomorrow, or we won’t be able to follow-up on your mother’s

treatment.”

in such

new policy of the hospital. I’m just

ill for two or three years. Although they

in the past, it had never been as urgent as it was now, as if they

not afford it.

that day; she would go back and beg him in less than

since she met Leo at the women’s clothing store. Tomorrow was the

on the phone tightened, and

slightly, “Okay, I see.”

hospital? How much does

little embarrassed, but for the sake of her