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In response to her question, Micah was confident, "I just know | have to obey everything. And | listen to you." Abigail was wordless.

This sounded extremely pleasing to the ear. The secretary was mainly to do the auxiliary work. With high level of education and good-looking appearance, he was completely capable.

In response, Abigail simply said, "Being my secretary is very demanding. I'll only say everything once. I'll give you a seven-day test period. If you can't do everything perfectly, you'll leave the Matthews Group. Any comments?" "No comment." "Very well." Abigail got an idea of making things difficult for him and put together a few business plans in Greek and handed them to him, "This is the cooperation plan sent from abroad. Translate them all into Cranian and hand them to my desk within this morning." Micah's face looked flat as he took it and read the content roughly once, with his cool and calm demeanor unchanged.

"Okay." Abigail knocked on the table and reminded word for word, "Your reticence doesn't work at the Matthews Group. You have to say ‘Yes, Miss Abigail'." Micah smiled slightly, which was rare, "Yes, Miss Abigail." He took the business plan and turned around to prepare to go out.

"Wait." He was called out again by Abigail.

"What's wrong?" Abigail stared at him seriously, correcting him, "You should say ‘does Miss Abigail have any more orders'?" Micah stifled a laugh and asked in a disciplined manner, "Does Miss Abigail have any more orders?" Abigail was barely satisfied, "Go carry your table in. Just put it on ..." Her eyes drifted around and finally pointed to an open space behind a sofa, "Just move there. It's close so | can supervise your work and assess you at any time." Micah would love to be in the same office with her.

"Great." The moment he finished his answer, he immediately felt the stare from Abigail and hurriedly changed his words, "Yes, Miss Abigail." He turned around and went out. He didn't want to bother others, so he personally moved the table and chair.

Tamia Olson, another female assistant outside the president's office door immediately stepped forward to help him, "Micah, can | help you?" Micah didn't raise his eyes and his tone was cold, "No." Because he had to go in and out a few times, the door in the president's office was open.

Abigail listened clearly and quickly became sullen.

However, Tamia, who was outside the door, did not feel the unusual aura of the president because her mind was on Micah.

He was such a handsome man, who seemed to be single. Who was not attracted by him? She continued to enthusiastically come up, took a tissue, and asked comfortingly, "Micah, you're sweating a lot. Can you let me wipe your sweat?" Not waiting for Micah to refuse, Abigail, who was in the office, said with impatience, "Why so slow? If you delay my business, you two tomorrow get fired together! Tamia freaked out, "Miss Abigail, I'm sorry. I'll just go back and focus on my work." Without the chattering and annoying person next to him, Micah moved quickly and closed the door ten minutes later.

Abigail and Micah's tables were put in different directions. He had to turn his head if he wanted to look in Abigail's direction while sitting in his chair.

But Abigail didn't even need to raise her eyes. With a glance, she could see his movements.

Since they had known each other for so long, it was the first time for them to be alone in the same room for a long time.

Abigail's hear had some subtle emotions.

It was impossible to say that Micah's sincerity had not been felt at all over these days.

But she would never compromise easily. She wanted Micah to know that she was not a casual girl. She was proud and he must give her the best to make Micah cherish her more in the future.

If in the meantime, he couldn't stand it, then he was definitely not a good person and it was time to completely cut off contact.

Her mind was clear, and while she thought about it, her hands didn't stop typing.

It'd been an hour and a half, and there was no more sound in the office except the mechanical sound of two people typing.

Every now and then Abigail would sneak up and glance at Micah who was on the opposite side from a distance.

His side face was handsome. When he focused on doing things, his eyes looked serious but cold.

The sunlight outside the floor-to-ceiling windows shone over his side face, making his face even more dazzling, a presence that could not be ignored at a glance.

Micah, a big shot in the medical field across the country, came to the small city of Frayton and became her personal secretary at the Matthews Group.

The feeling was wonderful. It was not bothersome but delightful.

She stared at Micah's face, and was oblivious to the fact that he had turned his face to look at her.

"Miss Abigail?" Suddenly, Abigail was slightly embarrassed and braced herself, "Why are you looking at me? Those Greek projects are not easy to translate. If you don't finish them by noon, | won't spare you!" Micah was slightly confused.

Wasn't she the one who looked at him first? Instead of cutting the ground from under her feet, he said, "It's been translated. Do | need to show it to you?" "It's done? So quickly?" Five Greek-language business cases, which would take a long time to search for information, needed to typed word-for-word for translation and checking for correctness. And then it needed to be typed manually.

But Micah made it in an hour and a half? So anti-human? She responded skeptically, "Okay, send it to my account and I'l take a look." Micah did as he was told.

Abigail opened the file and quickly skimmed through it, finding no obvious errors but typing neatly and clearly.

Certain sentences that were originally complicated in Greek were also translated by him in a reasonable way, into words that were easy to understand.

She gave him a surprised stare, "Didn't you major in medicine? And you know Greek?" Micah smiled slightly, "This is the requirement of Lloyd family for all the children. When | was little, | had tutors specifically for eight foreign languages.” Abigail blinked slightly, with her eyes still fixing on him for a moment.

She secretly sighed. The family rules of gentry were indeed different from the ordinary She wondered, "Are your tutors strict? Did they beat you even if you made mistakes?" Micah: "My tutors don't do corporal punishment, but every day after tutoring class, Collin would take a ruler and check our schoolwork word by word." "So your family also uses such a thing as ruler. Have you been beaten by your brother?" Micah shook his head.

Abigail was surprised, "Not even once?" "No, I'm calm-natured and don't like to make mistakes. Keith and Rara hot beaten up more often.” Abigail somehow suddenly got a bad idea of fixing him.

She picked up a whole stack of documents, which contained about forty foreign materials, and said in a bad tone, "Before you leave work tonight, work hard to translate all of these. If you can't do it, | don't mind taking a ruler to help you complete your childhood." Micah stared at the stack of papers and subconsciously glanced at his wristwatch. It was two and a half hours before lunchtime.

Five business cases took him an hour and a half, and it was not an easy task to finish translating these forty or so before the end of the day.

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