The Double Life of a Secretary (Megan and Leo)

Chapter 8

She almost thought that she had misheard. No matter how capable she was, she was only applying for the position of secretary. This salary was definitely beyond her expectations.

“May I ask if there are any additional requirements for this job?”

The person on the other end of the line smiled and said, “It’s easy to talk to smart people. Yes, we’ve given you a good salary. Of course, we also need an exchange. And if I’m not wrong, no enterprise has contacted you these days except us, right?”

Megan’s heart sank slightly, “Did Mr. Mayor… blacklist me?”

“That doesn’t count,” the man said, “The person who was fired by Mr. Mayor is on the blacklist of the entire Houston. No one will dare to hire you. If it weren’t for the fact that there’s no other way, we wouldn’t have taken the risk of offending Mr. Mayor to contact you.

Megan had a vague feeling that it would be difficult to get this salary.

“So, what exactly do you need me to do?”

“Come to the company at 9 o’clock tomorrow morning and talk to the boss face to face.”

“Okay, I’ll be there on time.”

After hanging up the phone, Vada hurried over and asked, “Which company is it?”

“The Travis Group.”

In an instant, Vada jumped up and down, “You can’t go! I’ve seen the boss of the Travis Group. He’s already in his sixties, but he still doesn’t give up. He’s an old lecher! He doesn’t want you to go to work at all. He must have ulterior motives!”

Megan smiled bitterly. What a jinx.

take his money. It had only been a few days, but she had really ended up

said, “Why don’t… you go back and bow your head to Leo? It’s better than being bullied by

shook her head.

be able to escape

than anyone else in the world what Leo was thinking after following him

years.

Get Bogus

was tired. He would take the initiative to kick her away and give her a large sum of money as compensation. Then, she would leave with gratitude

in her eyes.

divorce him, refused his money,

his new lover.

to punish her so that she would recognize her identity and obediently go back to beg

him.

her a sum of money and ask her to get lost.

but to find me. No matter how lecherous he is, one million

to

and nodded, “Then I’ll go with you and wait for you downstairs. If you

in her heart, “Okay,”

being targeted by the old lecher, I have

Megan understood what

the mirror. She had old and rigid curly hair, dull black-framed glasses, washed old shirt and jeans, and a pair of canvas shoes. Vada

of

is this…

safe. If they still want to hire you, it