“But other secretaries have done it for you! Are you worried about my tolerance? Don’t worry; I can handle my liquor.”
“Other secretaries are men. Are you a man?”
He interrupted me, and I was left staring blankly.
“I’m sorry; I didn’t mean to disrespect women. But you should know that women are more vulnerable when drinking, and if something happens, the consequences are dire. So, when you’re with me, no drinking. I do not allow women to block drinks for me.”
“However, if you really want to drink, we can have a little privately. But wine needs to be savored slowly; you can’t just down it like you did just now. Tomorrow, I’ll bring you a bottle of my collected red wine. Take your time to enjoy it.”
After he said this, he turned his gaze to the street outside, a hint of awkwardness in his demeanor.
I couldn’t help but steal glances at his profile, my heart racing uncontrollably, and I turned back to the car window, a smile creeping onto my face.
As time went on, I gradually transformed from a novice into a top-notch secretary who could handle responsibilities independently.
Coincidentally, my new apartment turned out to be directly above his, in a building that belonged entirely to him.