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.”

still goes on. You’re so capable that it’s

spent the

high degree, a good school, and outstanding working ability.

job, but after two days, she didn’t even receive an Interview

right? No one

was a little desperate.

her cell

than her, “Coming!

in fear and trepidation, “Hello, this is

is the Central Hospital. Please pay for your mother’s treatment as soon as

her face. “How

the three surgeries, together with chemotherapy and medicine is

dollars.”

I’ll raise the money as

we won’t be able to follow-up on your mother’s

treatment.”

you in such a hurry before tomorrow?”

policy of the hospital. I’m

mother had been ill for two or three years. Although they

the past, it had never been as urgent as it was now, as

not afford it.

that day; she would go back and beg him

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

the phone tightened,

trembled slightly, “Okay,

much does it need

for the sake of