The President's Prized Possession

Chapter 2

EP2: The President's Prized Possession

Andre spoke with a calm, emotionless face, while she felt deeply saddened.

“Can you find a surrogate mother with the qualities I mentioned?”

“I'll find one for you, Mr. President. But how many days do I have?”

“I need it as soon as possible. Can you manage by this Friday?”

Evelyn counted on her fingers before responding confidently.

“Yes, I can.”

“You have never disappointed me, Evelyn.”

She could only smile in response to Andre's praise, but her heart ached terribly.

She wished that just once, even for a minute, Andre would see her as a woman, not just as the excellent secretary he always saw.

“Then I'll go prepare the meeting documents to finish them up. It's almost meeting time.”

She remembered walking almost to the door when she was called back again.

“Wait, I just remembered something else.”

“Yes, Mr. President?”

Andre walked around the table and stopped in front of her.

He was almost one hundred ninety centimeters tall, while she was only one hundred sixty-three centimeters, so when they stood face to face, he had to slightly lower his head to meet her eyes.

Her heart raced like every time she was near Andre, but fortunately, her thick glasses helped conceal her vulnerability.

“I don't want a virgin for this.”

“What?”

“I don't want a virgin to be a surrogate for me. Do you understand, Evelyn?”

“W-why?”

“Because I don't want any complications in the end.”

Seeing the confusion still written on the secretary's face, he continued to explain.

“If it's a woman who has had plenty of experience in bed, there won't be any issues if she has to leave the child with me and not be involved further.”

“Yes, I'll handle everything as you wish, Mr. President.”

“Thank you very much.”

She gave the handsome young man a final smile before turning to leave the grand office, but perhaps because her mind was too preoccupied with Andre's request, she clumsily tripped over her own feet.

“Ah...”

She would have fallen flat on the floor if Andre's strong hand hadn't caught her in time.

Her body fell into his strong embrace, unable to resist, and her glasses flew off her face.

“Are you okay, Evelyn?”

She gasped in shock and looked at his face, and he was looking right back at her. Their eyes met without the usual barrier of her thick glasses.

Her true feelings almost spilled out through her eyes.

She felt weak and couldn't muster the strength she desired when faced with Andre's powerful, rust-colored eyes up close.

“No... I'm fine, thank you very much, Mr. President.”

She shifted slightly, reminding him to release his hold on her slender waist, but Andre didn't let go. He tilted his head, examining her face closely for the first time.

“Your eyes are so beautiful. It's a shame to keep them hidden behind glasses.”

“Uh... I'm nearsighted.”

He smiled, still not releasing his hold on her small waist.

“I didn't think your waist would be this small. It's probably because you usually wear oversized clothes.”

The heat spread across her skin, making the blood in her body feel so hot it was almost as if it would ignite.

"Uh... it's just that your hand is big, Mr. President. My waist isn't that small, really..."

She shifted again, and this time he let her step back willingly before going to pick up her thick glasses and handing them to her.

"Thank you."

She bit her lip, suppressing the excitement in her heart with all her might, and was about to leave the office when Andre stopped her with a surprising question.

"What perfume are you wearing? I've been trying to figure it out, but I can't place it."

"Well... I'm not wearing any perfume."

"But you smell nice, a cool scent that feels refreshing..."

"I just use baby powder. Uh... excuse me, Mr. President."

She clenched her teeth and forced a smile at André before quickly walking out of his office, her heart pounding wildly out of rhythm.

When she reached her desk, she dropped into her chair, completely drained. Her small hand rose to clutch her chest, and she could clearly feel the frantic pounding of the heart beating inside.

"Mr. President doesn't think anything of it, but I... I've let my imagination wander far too much."

Her cheeks flushed as her true feelings slowly surfaced from the depths of her heart, without noticing that someone had just disappeared into the large elevator.

"I’ll make the president see that you’re not the perfect secretary you pretend to be."

Susan was Evelyn's rival. They had both applied for the same position five years ago, but Evelyn ended up getting the role of André’s secretary, while Susan was assigned as the secretary to the sales manager instead—a position that was clearly a step below Evelyn's.

Susan had always believed that if Evelyn weren’t around, she would have been promoted to the position of the president’s secretary—gaining far more status and recognition than she had now. Because of that, she had spent the past five years trying to sabotage Evelyn, but not once had she ever succeeded.

But this time, she was confident that her devious plan would surely succeed.

"I won't be losing to you forever, Evelyn, you witch."

Susan clenched her fists tightly. What she overheard outside Andre's office made her smile uncontrollably, as she believed that heaven was now on her side.

Four days flew by, and finally, Friday arrived.

Out of hundreds of women she had sifted through, only one remained who best met Andre's requirements.

Laura, a university lecturer, was the one she chose for Andre.

"Tonight at eight o'clock at the hotel..."

She mentioned the hotel's name over the phone to Laura, and the woman on the other end promised to be on time.

"You should arrive at least half an hour early to prepare yourself."

She instructed Laura with a calm voice, but inside she felt as if she might break.

"Yes."

Once the conversation partner agreed to her request, Evelyn ended the call and called the hotel to confirm that the luxurious room she had booked was ready for her boss's surrogacy arrangement that night.

Everything was ready...

The young woman placed the phone down on the desk in front of her, removing her thick glasses, revealing her large, sweet eyes brimming with sadness.

Why did she feel like she was losing Andre too?

She had no rights over him, being merely a secretary he favored.

Tears streamed down her cheeks, but she quickly wiped them away.

If she stayed in the room like this, she'd be too depressed to eat or sleep. So... she needed to go somewhere that might lift her spirits.

Evelyn decided to leave her condo that evening after ensuring everything was ready for her boss.

A luxurious room...

The beautiful woman he wants...

Maybe tonight she'll need a drink to numb the pain.