Ryan's vision was a little blurry. He saw that there was a third person there; he could even hear the voice, but he wasn't in a state to focus and realize who it was.
Blinking his eyes, he was about to focus, but just then the elevator dinged, notifying them that they had arrived at the floor.
Delyth acted quickly at the ding. She quickly stepped out and then urged Zenith to help Ryan.
"What are you waiting for?" Her tone still carried the sa arrogance that could make anyone hate her. "Bring him out fast and take him to the room."
Zenith stared at her for a second, hating her haughtiness. But then, realizing the state of Ryan in her arms, she decided to ignore the unnecessary.
Supporting Ryan, she helped him walk out of the elevator. "Sir," she slowly said, seeking his attention. "We have arrived at the floor. Let help you to the room."
Her voice ca extrely soft as if she was trying to coax a kid.
When Ryan heard her, he paused before nodding to her. Then, with the support of her dainty shoulders, he walked out of the elevator with him.
Delyth didn't like Ryan act so believing of a re secretary, but there was nothing she could do but follow them. She would teach Zenith the lesson when the ti cos. For now, she would wait for the right ti.
Walking to one of the suites, at the end of the corridor, Zenith halted. She read the number before checking down the room card she carried. "This is the one," she murmured to herself before turning to look at Ryan. "Sir, we are here. Can you stand by yourself for a mont? I would unlock the door of the room?"
Ryan just humd before trying to get back to his feet. But the mont Zenith removed her arm from his large fra, he staggered, almost falling off his feet.
But fortunately, Zenith reached him in ti and held him back. "Sir!" she gasped, partially in horror. "Are you alright?" she asked, her complexing getting pale at the thought of Ryan hitting the floor. If she hadn't reached him in ti, he would have …
"What are you doing?" Delyth's accusatory voice chirped in, "Can't you even hold him properly? What if he had fallen? You are his secretary. Is this how you fulfil your so-called duty?"
Zenith wanted to lash out at her really badly, but she held it in. Giving Delyth just a sharp, disdainful look, she focused back on Ryan. Slowly, she made him lean on the wall close to the door. Only when he stood steady, she pulled away to remove the cover that hid the card punch in the device.
The door clicked open in less than a second, and she pushed it full-fledged before reaching back to Ryan. "Sir, we can go in now." With that said, she pulled him in. Delyth followed after them.
Helping him to bed, Zenith covered him with the blanket. Although it was not the most comfortable posture, with his suit jacket removed, he still looked better.
"Are you done ogling him?" Delyth asked, standing just behind.
"Ma'am, it seems you have really misunderstood sothing," Zenith spoke sharply, not able to take the accusation anymore. "I won't ask you what provoked you against , but I will remind you of my position. I am Mr. Foster's secretary. Please show so decency. I don't like getting wrongly accused."
"Wrongly accused?" Delyth scoffed. "Really? Were you not just staring at him?"
"I was just —" Zenith was about to explain, but she paused when she realized just to whom she was about to give the explanation. Shaking her head against the idea, she didn't find any legit reason to.
"What? Your defence suddenly feels weak?"
Zenith pressed her lips in a thin line. She reached out to grab her bag as she shook her head. "No, I suddenly realized you hold no such position where I have to explain to you."
"You …"
"It's getting late, I will leave first."
With that said, the secretary turned to leave, failing to notice the small smirk that lifted the corners of Delyth's lips.
She headed straight to the room door with the intent to leave. And Delyth followed her. Just as she stepped out, sothing struck Zenith, and she turned to look back. Her brows furrowing slightly in confusion.
There was a question on the tip of her tongue, but she didn't ask her imdiately. She stared at Delyth for a mont before carefully inquiring, "Ms. Ember, how are you leaving? Shall I book you a ride back to your apartnt?"
"There is no need," Delyth refused almost imdiately. "I am not leaving. Ryan is alone here, and it will only be better if I stay here to take care of him."
Saying that, she swiftly reached for the door, ready to close it on Zenith's face. But just when she would have done that, Zenith's hand held it from closing.
"What are you doing?" Delyth asked, frowning.
Zenith smiled and said without sugarcoating her words. "Ms. Ember, I think you got sothing gravely wrong here. Mr. Foster might be a little extra drunk tonight, but he doesn't need anyone to take care of him. It's only better if you leave along with ."
"Now you are going to teach ?" Delyth asked, curling her fingers into fists while fuming. "Did you forget who I am? You are just his secretary. Since you have done your job, you can leave."
That's definitely not happening.
"I am not teaching you anything, and neither am I forgetting who I am," Zenith said, her voice very clear. "I am Mr. Foster's secretary and my job is to follow his orders and make sure he is alright. Don't get wrong, but I can't leave him with so woman whose identity in his life is not very clear."
"What do you an?" Delyth ground her teeth.
But Zenith didn't falter under her furious gaze. She maintained her professionalism and said, "I ant exactly what I said, Ms. Ember. Please don't force to say what you won't bear to here." She then stepped a step aside and gestured with her hand. "Please, kindly leave."
"You …"
"Leave before I call soone to escort you out."
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