Miya felt uneasy when she was looked by Alex, especially his deep and cold eyes.
"Miya! Bring me the coffee." Alex said indifferently, but also put down the cup of coffee in his hand.
Miya felt the fiery eyesight of the secretary beside Alex. She knew that was anger.
Alex took the coffee in Miya's hand. His slender finger lightly held her finger while picking up the coffee.
He clearly felt the stiffness of her at that moment.
His deep eyes sank again, staring at Miya, tasting her coffee gently. The taste of the coffee was slightly
bitter and astringent. There was nothing added into the coffee. Then came the sweet taste. It is obvious
that she made it very good.
"It's your task to make coffee for me from now on and still the same taste." Alex said faintly, then looked
down at his files, as if there was no one beside him.
Miya stood there in a daze. What was she doing? She stood for two hours in such a stupefied way that
her legs were numb until the end of work at noon. It seemed that this secretary's job was really hard to
do. But for a salary of 5000 dollars a month, she tolerated it.
"Alice, you can go now. Miya, go and make me a cup of coffee!" Miya was fantasizing about leaving
work when suddenly he opened his mouth and did not even raise his head.
Miya was stunned and dissatisfied. It was time to off work. Why not let her go? She was upset, but she
made coffee for Alex.
When Alex came in, he had packed up his documents and was ready to go out. He glanced at Miya’s
sexy figure, and his face appeared a slight smile.
"No coffee, and you go to a dinner with me." Alex went out during the conversation, totally ignoring
Miya's dismayed expression on her face.
At this moment, Miya was so angry that she wanted to shake off her glass cup. What’s wrong with the
man? She was not his girlfriend. What did she do at his dinner? How can she feel that the president is
mysterious? Should she consider staying here or not?
"It's a thousand hours for overtime to attend the banquet."
Sure enough, Alex's words fell, Miya flew up to follow, 141 dollars per hour, so she would have 423
dollars for three hours?
Miya's face immediately showed a smile, and she quickly followed him.
"Mr. president, can overtime pay be cashed?" It's better to get the overtime pay earlier. What if he
forgets and not to acknowledge the bill?
Alex’s mouth hooked, and he suddenly turned around.
But Miya never thought that he would suddenly turn around, and it’s too late to stand steadily, and she
suddenly hit her head on his healthy chest.
"If you want to throw yourself at me, it's not too late to play a good play with me, and there will be
additional rewards." His voice was low and seductive, and his deep eyes glistened with luster. If she
liked money so much, he would give it to her, but she also had to pay some sacrifices to get it.
Miya stared at the handsome face close by. She could smell the light lemon fragrance on his body. It
smelled good. She was addicted to it in a trance and nodded unconsciously. The night six years ago
came to mind.
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