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 to change jobs,

she spent the whole afternoon preparing a

resume was actually very good. She had a high degree, a good school, and outstanding working ability. She had participated in many

job, but after two days, she didn’t even

right? No

a

cell

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

it up in fear and trepidation, “Hello, this is Megan Reed.”

pay

her face. “How much does

surgeries, together with chemotherapy and

dollars.”

the money as

we won’t be

treatment.”

in such a

new policy of the hospital. I’m just responsible

been ill for two or three years.

as urgent as it was now, as

not afford it.

that day; she would go back and beg

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

the phone tightened, and her knuckles turned white.

trembled slightly, “Okay,

much does it need this time? I’ll transfer

the sake of her mother, she still