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.”

a sigh of relief and said with a smile, “That’s right! Life still goes on. You’re so capable that it’s easy for you to

the whole

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

it wouldn’t be difficult to find another job, but after two days,

was right? No one

was a

her cell phone

her, “Coming! Pick it up, pick

fear and

pay for your mother’s treatment as

her face. “How much does

of the three surgeries, together with chemotherapy and medicine is

dollars.”

raise the money as soon as possible.”

tomorrow, or we won’t

treatment.”

are you in such a

the hospital. I’m just responsible for informing

ill

in the past, it had never been as urgent as it

not afford it.

day; she would go back and beg him in less

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

the phone tightened, and her

voice trembled slightly,

asked, “The hospital? How much does it need this time? I’ll transfer it

a little embarrassed, but for the sake of her mother,