Eva’s POV
“So you are his new secretary,” a pretty lady with brown orbs, asked, leaning towards me.
She looked at me from head to toe and then gave me a mirthless laugh and ran her fingers through her hair.
“I don't remember seeing you here. Who are you?” I ignored her look as such looks I often got when I was in New York. So I know what her look means.
Simply she is envious of me but trying to make fun of me so she can mask her dirty feelings.
“Impressive,” she curled her lips and attempted to touch my id, however, I held her hand and glared at her. “I hate when someone touches me without my permission.”
“I hate it more when someone disturbs someone close to me,” I added.
“You little brat,” she fumed and tried to take her hand out of my grip.
“Ms.,” I shifted my eye on her id card
