IN LOVE WITH MY BEAUTIFUL SECRETARY
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Episode 2: “First Day, Cold Eyes”
The buzz of her alarm clock echoed across the small studio apartment. Summer Brenda sat up instantly, as if her body remembered yesterday's chaos and refused a repeat. She had triple-checked her alarm, laid out her outfit, and gone to bed at 9 PM sharp. Today, her new life began.
She was the new secretary to Anthony Morreti.
She still couldn’t believe it. After nearly getting hit by a sleek black car and being sure she'd blown the interview, she'd received a call that same evening. “You’re hired,” the HR rep had said, “Mr. Morreti made a personal recommendation.”
A personal recommendation.
She had smiled for an hour straight after that, even while eating burnt pasta.
Now, dressed in a crisp cream blouse tucked into a navy pencil skirt, Summer examined herself in the mirror. She looked… ready. Hair in a sleek ponytail, subtle makeup, and nerves of steel—at least that’s what she hoped she projected.
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At the Morreti Empire
The building was just as intimidating as she remembered—glass, metal, and success gleaming in the morning sun. She stepped into the lobby, where the receptionist gave her a warm smile.
“Summer Brenda, reporting for duty,” she said, her voice only slightly shaky.
A short elevator ride and two turns later, she stepped into the executive floor, her heels echoing softly on polished tiles.
“Right on time,” a sharp voice said behind her. Summer turned to see a woman with sleek black hair, sharp cheekbones, and an expression that could cut steel. “I’m Vivian Hart. I run this floor. You report to me unless Mr. Morreti says otherwise.”
“Nice to meet you, Ms. Hart,” Summer said, offering a hand. Vivian shook it briefly, already turning.
“I’ll show you your desk.”
Her desk was sleek, minimalist, and sat directly outside a set of grand double doors—Anthony’s office. It felt like sitting outside a lion’s den.
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The First Encounter
Vivian handed her a tablet and a file. “Memorize these. Daily schedule, call protocol, dietary restrictions—he’s very particular.”
As if on cue, the office doors opened.
Anthony Morreti stepped out, impeccably dressed in a tailored black suit, his cold eyes scanning the hallway—and landing directly on her.
He gave the smallest nod. “Miss Brenda.”
Summer stood a little straighter. “Good morning, Mr. Morreti.”
He said nothing in return. Just turned and disappeared back into his office.
Vivian raised an eyebrow. “That’s more than he said to the last secretary in a month.”
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Here’s the continuation of Episode 2: “First Day, Cold Eyes”:
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Whispers and Warnings
By mid-morning, Summer had already fielded six phone calls, scheduled three meetings, and prepared Anthony’s coffee with oat milk—just as Vivian had instructed.
Still, she could feel the stares. The quiet ones.
When she stepped into the breakroom for a glass of water, the murmurs stopped just a beat too late.
“She’s not going to last a week,” someone whispered.
“Did you see the last girl? He fired her for using the wrong font on a report.”
“He’s a perfectionist. Doesn’t blink twice when replacing people.”
Summer kept her chin up, but her fingers tightened around the glass.
She wasn’t here to be liked. She was here to work.
But the moment she walked out, she passed Vivian, who had clearly heard everything.
“Don’t let the gossip get to you,” Vivian said with a smile that didn’t reach her eyes. “They just don’t understand how… special this job is.”
Summer nodded politely. “I’ll prove them wrong.”
Vivian tilted her head. “I hope so. Though Mr. Morreti is… notoriously hard to please. We don’t want another… unfortunate exit.”
Was that a threat?
Vivian’s eyes swept Summer from head to toe, a flicker of something sharp behind her composed expression. Then she turned and walked away, her heels clicking like a warning bell.
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Jealous Eyes
What Summer didn’t know—couldn’t have known—was that Vivian had been in love with Anthony Morreti for years.
She’d been there from the early days of the company, before the Morreti Empire was etched in steel and sky. She was his confidante, his fixer, his shadow. But he had never once looked at her like she was anything other than an assistant.
And now… he had noticed Summer.
It wasn’t just the nod this morning. It was the way his gaze lingered when Summer walked away. The way he leaned ever so slightly forward w yhlanguage he couldn’t quite ignore.
Vivian felt the sting deep in her gut.
Pretty girls came and went. But this one had already captured a glance. And Vivian vowed she would never let Summer take what she had waitedhen she spoke, as if deciphering a so long for.
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Here’s the next part of Episode 2:
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The Mistake
It was just a coffee.
She’d double-checked the order: oat milk, no sugar, exactly 130°F. But in the rush of printing last-minute reports for a sudden board meeting, she’d grabbed the wrong cup. It was almond milk. Anthony took one sip—and stopped.
Summer’s heart jumped. She watched him carefully place the cup down on his desk, his jaw tight.
“This isn’t oat milk,” he said without looking up.
“I—I’m so sorry, Mr. Morreti,” she said quickly, biting her lower lip in panic. “It must’ve been swapped—I’ll get a new one right away—”
But he wasn’t listening to her apology.
He was watching her mouth.
The way her teeth pressed against her bottom lip.
For a split second, the CEO of Morreti Empire, the man feared for his ice-cold composure and ruthless discipline, completely lost his train of thought.
Summer blinked, confused by the silence.
Anthony leaned back, regaining his armor. “Don’t let it happen again.”
Summer nodded, cheeks pink, and turned to leave. Her steps were fast, flustered.
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A Moment Alone
Anthony stared at the closed door. He should’ve reprimanded her more harshly. It was a careless mistake. One he wouldn’t have tolerated a year ago.
But all he could think about was the way she bit her lip.
Damn.
He hated distractions. And Summer Brenda… was quickly becoming the most distracting part of his day.
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