By the time, she returned her gaze to the floor, Dante was already walking away majestically, his shoulders held up high.
Mireille quickly walked on after him to catch up with him. Her heels clicked noisily behind him and she returned to her usual pace after catching up with him.
She glanced at Dante's face and was almost pulled back by the coldness on his face. He looked stern, strict and all shades of ruthless.
Mireille pulled herself together and told herself this was the Dante she would be seeing whenever she was in this company. She had to get used to it and treat him like what he was... Her boss.
A man, suited up and of a petite stature walked up to the both of them.
"Good morning Mr. Romano. I have prepared a few potential secretaries for you to pick from and...."
"No nee
