"Look, Ed, I’m a deer now!" Scarlett pranced down the street, giggling away, completely unconcerned with the stares from others, her free-spirited image endearing to all.
"You look more like a bunny, Scarlett," Adrian laughed heartily from behind, it was only in these monts that the precocious young girl really seed her age.
After dining out and strolling for several hours, as the clock approached nine, he finally suggested they head ho.
"Really? Can’t we go back half an hour later?" Scarlett, pulled into the car by Adrian, was sowhat disgruntled, clearly wanting more fun from their playful antics.
"Okay, Scarlett, I don’t know how you managed to keep your overnight escapades hidden from mom last ti with the help of your sister and brother, but so excuses can work once or twice, not three or four tis," Adrian said seriously.
"I see..." Scarlett tilted her head thoughtfully, then squinted her eyes with a mischievous smile creeping on her face, "Since it can’t be done three or four tis, I guess it’s alright to use it a second ti, so I’m not going back tonight."
No sooner had she spoken than she leaned over from the passenger seat, her eyes filled with seductive charm, her youthful innocence, and that bust curve that many won envied, truly captivating. Of course, Scarlett’s allure was nothing without Adrian’s influence, especially after those initial intimate monts in such unique settings, the taste-forbidden young girl would call him every few days, seeking another encounter, each rendezvous beginning with passion in his Bentley.
Sizzle—As ntioned above, Adrian never turned her away, he imdiately cupped her cheeks, and deeply savored those enticing, moist lips.
However, he didn’t proceed further, rather, he affectionately stroked her head, "Alright, Scarlett, your mom has co back, tricking her won’t be easy, or would you like her to show up one day and seriously say to , ’We need to talk, Mr. Adrian?’"
He deliberately mimicked lanie’s tone, making Scarlett burst into laughter.
"Don’t talk about my mom like that, Ed!" she playfully chided him in a spoiled tone.
"Alright, I won’t, but it’s true, isn’t it? And..." he gently lifted her chin and his face turned serious, "everything should be in moderation, especially considering your age, being excessive could affect your developnt, I wouldn’t want to see these tempting features sag prematurely."
"Ha, I was just about to be moved by you, and then you focus only on this," she made a face, "Is that all n ever notice?"
"This is a beautiful gift from God to won, why shouldn’t we appreciate it?" Adrian chuckled, "Many won wish they could be this endowed."
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Speaking of which, Scarlett’s chest was really magnificent, more voluptuous than Monica’s and Zetajones’s, probably only slightly smaller than the intern secretary who had just joined the company. Considering her age now, they might even get bigger in the future. But upon closer reflection, her chest seed to have gotten smaller later on. Could it be that she felt the burden was too heavy and had undergone a breast reduction surgery?
Absolutely not. The possibility crossed Adrian’s mind, and he thought to himself that such intoxicating curves should not be wasted.
Of course, that was a matter for the future, and he had plenty of ti to change her mind.
After sending Scarlett back—which of course was not directly to her house, and to avoid being seen, he had her get out two blocks away, but he drove slowly behind her until she entered her ho and then he left.
Adrian then drove back to his mansion, checked the ti, and found it still sowhat early. At ho, probably only Yukie, the hobody, was playing gas. No need to ntion Kate and Sarah, and at this hour, Charli was surely still at the office training that new intern secretary. Thinking of this, and recalling the appearances of Innie who occasionally appeared behind Charli during this period, he suddenly beca interested in how Charli would train this restless young lady.
"I finally finished, I can’t believe this went way beyond the bounds of a secretary’s assistant’s duties!" an exhausted Ivanka exclaid loudly.
"Ten minutes and thirty-four seconds, still failing," Charlize said in her usual flat tone.
"Do you deal with these docunts and information every day?" Ivanka asked sowhat displeased. From the start, Charlize had maintained this composed deanor. No matter what changes occurred—from initially taking it for granted, to being surprised by the workload, to the current fatigue—this expression never changed. Ivanka felt that this was a form of mockery towards her.
"As I said from the beginning, Ivanka, this job is not easy," Charlize spoke leisurely, "Otherwise, the pay wouldn’t be much higher compared to similar professions—Alright, let’s call it a day. During your break, rember well what I’ve taught you, and we’ll continue tomorrow. I believe soone who can read through and understand the coursework of several college years in a short ti should be able to master this readily, right?"
"Of course." Ivanka imdiately straightened up.
"Very good, you know, whether you want to do good things or achieve your own goals, you have to work doubly hard," Charlize said, showing a rare smile but with a slightly profound aning.
Ivanka’s heart pounded rapidly. Had this woman discovered sothing? Unfortunately, Charlize did not elaborate further. Even though she felt a bit uneasy, Ivanka buried that thought.
Leaving the company and returning to her newly rented house, Ivanka took a shower then collapsed on her bed with a deep sigh, overwheld with strong feelings—not just of exhaustion but also indefinable frustration. It was the first ti she felt that her actions were sowhat rash. In fact, although she mumbled about giving Adrian a lesson and not hesitating to fall out with her father to end up at Stanford, pouring all her energy into her studies, and even crafting her resu the mont she heard of Adrian’s need for a secretary, she had no complete plan in her mind.
To call her unintelligent or to say she acted rely on whims was irresponsible. To know that she could earn enough internship credits by reading through and completing all four years of university level studies in less than a year depended not only on hard work. Without properly managing ti and efficiently adjusting her routines, she would only achieve half the results with double the effort. Even in securing the position of secretary assistant, she had cleverly harnessed her resources.
She discreetly sent her resu to AC dia, then casually remarked over the phone, "I have the qualifications and capabilities, don’t bother if you aren’t serious," provoking Adrian’s interest, and indeed, as he had thought, she beca his intern secretary, and then... there was no thereafter. Ivanka suddenly realized she had no plans for what to do next; the position was entirely different from what she had imagined.
Previously, she had rather looked down on Charlize, thinking the woman was just a trophy, kept by Adrian because he had nowhere else to place her, and she believed most people likely viewed her similarly. But on her first day on the job, watching Charlize quickly handle issues, coordinate staff, and organize files, although she maintained a calm exterior, the shock she felt inside was indescribable.
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She had thoroughly prepared herself before coming, having a good understanding of the role of an executive assistant. However, she hadn’t anticipated that working as Adrian’s executive assistant would involve responsibilities far beyond the typical functions of the position. Sorting files and scheduling were a given; marking key phrases on all docunts for the boss’s quick review was expected too, but being responsible for the entire assistant team’s operations and sotis even dealing directly with issues was surely overstepping, right? It turned out that this executive assistant role could almost be likened to half a board chairperson!
Thinking about this, Ivanka, who was staring blankly at the ceiling, felt a stir in her heart, and her breathing beca a bit rapid; to exercise the power of half a board chairperson of such a huge conglorate... Just the thought was thrilling. However, she quickly cald down, closed her eyes, and gave a bitter smile. The rapid sorting thods taught to her by Charlize still hadn’t t the standards.
She couldn’t give up! Ivanka said this to herself in her mind. She also rembered the devious smile that appeared on Adrian’s face when he had specifically co to check on her after learning of her arrival.
"I believe I am not mistaken in my judgnt, Innie. You’ll do a great job," he had said with utmost seriousness, but the gleam that occasionally sparkled in his eyes made Ivanka think that, had Charlize not been standing beside him, he might have already pinned her down on the desk.
Then, sothing struck her, and she paused. If the power associated with this position was so imnse, if she could... But Ivanka quickly shook her head. Even if it ant undermining Adrian’s reputation, it had to be done openly and through her own ability; such low tactics were foolish and could even endanger her family.
With this thought, she suddenly turned over in bed and hit the mattress forcefully out of frustration. Why had her initial reaction to this thought been an unprecedented sense of achievent?
Enough for tonight. Just wait and see—I’ll definitely familiarize myself with this role in no ti! No matter how many difficulties arise, they won’t hold back! And then, in ti,
Undoubtedly, this would be chalked up to Adrian’s account. However, it clearly wasn’t a good start, and indeed, subsequent events proved just that.
"You... What did you say? This... This... This, too, is my responsibility?!" Ivanka fumbled through the booklet in front of her, stuttering.
"Of course, is there a problem?" Charlize replied matter-of-factly, and even gave her a puzzled look, as if her question was absurd.
"But... But... This too... This is too much; it’s shocking!" After stuttering for a while, Ivanka finally managed to articulate a full sentence.
"Yes, that’s correct, if this were to be made public," Charlize nodded, then leaned in closer, eyeing Ivanka with a playful look, "So be very careful not to get any ideas about this. Although Adrian does like to delegate power and respects won, it doesn’t an he’s unaware of these matters. Once he gets angry, he’ll first pretend he knows nothing and then, when all is prepared, strike like thunder, and then no one can change his mind. You might want to inquire about Penelope Cruz’s incident."
"Sorry, I don’t quite understand what you’re saying..." Ivanka nervously chuckled. Honestly, she had entertained such thoughts before, originally assuming he was just a playboy who liked to frolic around, but the reality was more unbearable than she had imagined. He had so many won around him, even three children, and another on the way!
A true scoundrel, those won too, having no self-respect, knowing full well he had other lovers yet continuing to keep their relationship with him, lacking any sense of sha. After the initial shock, this thought erged in Ivanka’s mind, so she indeed had the impulse to publicly expose him, thereby severely saring Adrian’s face.
Unexpectedly, Charlize imdiately discerned her intentions and seed to also understand her motive. Ivanka suddenly felt at a loss. Regarding Penelope, she also knew sothing, as she had mainly co to the West Coast to study business in order to gather information about Adrian. This acquisition was widely covered in the dia, and through her father’s connections, she knew more than the average person.
Perhaps not as clear as Charlize, the insider, Ivy knew there was a high chance the words she spoke were true.
"I just... find it unbelievable, it’s so strange, I actually have to arrange his... dates and the order of the dates, it’s like... like..." Ivy changed the topic, but failed several tis to finish her sentences, seemingly unable to find the right words.
"It’s like being the supervisor of a King’s harem," Charlize interjected. Though Ivy rolled her eyes, she quickly sighed.
"When you talk to them, rember to keep a professional tone, don’t get emotional, and always ask where they are calling from, then tell Ed," Charlize continued, "Also, rember their likes and interests so you can remind Ed when needed and better arrange his schedule."
"This is absurd," Ivanka shook her head.
"I told you, this isn’t an easy job. Think about the salary and benefits, a new house, car, and phone were provided on the first day. Which company offers secretarial assistants such treatnt?" Charlize said with a smirk.
"This is absurd," Ivanka continued shaking her head.
"Besides, I suggest you should live with Ed. It makes many things more tily and efficient," Charlize added promptly, "Like dealing with necessary docunts on ti or joining him in bed."
"What?!" Ivanka was shocked again, "Are you saying..."
Despite the opponent seeming quite awful, Ivanka couldn’t be sure it was a joke, especially given what she knew of Adrian’s character.
"Don’t you see a problem with... your behavior and these won’s behavior being no different from a whore’s?" she gasped for air, flapping the booklet in her hands, her cheeks flushed, and her voice becoming shrill.
"Oh?" Charlize’s gaze sharpened, "Then please tell , Princess, how did you co to that conclusion?"
Listening to the mocking and sarcastic tone, Ivanka felt her anger rise, but the follow-up "Princess" quickly doused it.
"Do you understand ? Do you understand these won? Do you know their stories? Yes, indeed, among them are won as you imagine, but it doesn’t an you can label everyone the sa, just as you can’t easily generalize Ed. I thought you might be different from other rich kids, but now it seems I was wrong, self-centered, only believing what you want to believe, showing respect on the surface but without the basis of wanting to truly understand others, such respect is just a form of arrogant superiority." Charlize’s words pierced Ivanka’s ears, sending her thoughts into disarray.
"I... I am not..." Ivanka was completely overwheld, finding flaws in the opponent had beco an impossible task.
"I’ll repeat, Ivanka, this is not an easy job. If you can’t accept it, it’s better to leave early," Charlize concluded as such. (To be continued. If you like this piece, feel free to vote or leave a monthly ticket at qidian—your support is my greatest motivation.)
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