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The deleted documents couldn't be found any more.

Micah didn't feel distressed and continued to translate the remaining three documents while remaining calm.

The speed of typing became much slower.

The office, once again, was filled with the sound of typing, with no one taking the lead in speaking.

Time always flied when people were busy, and an hour seemed to pass in just an instant.

Abigail began to organize her table, pack her designer bag, and prepare to go back home. Then she said with a casual tone, "Send all the documents you have translated to my account.” Micah stopped moving and turned his head to look at her, "Miss Abigail, will you check it out?" "You've done. What's the point?" Micah was too shy to speak out and lowered his head, "I ... still have two unfinished.” Abigail's hands, which were packing her stuff, stopped and she gave him a puzzled stare, "You had three documents unfinished an hour ago. You just translated one within an hour? What have you been doing for the past hour?" She carefully recalled that she did not see Micah slacking off, and his hands were indeed focused on translation work at all times.

Micah's cool face froze slightly, and his eyelashes were drooped with no words.

Abigail walked over suspiciously, checked his computer screen, and soon found the clues.

"When | came over earlier, | saw that you had translated these documents, so why are they gone? Are you deliberately fooling me?" Micah explained without blushing, "I just accidentally clicked the delete button and the documents were lost. So | had to translate it all over again.” Abigail stared at him with confusion and immediately checked his computer recycle bin, which was clean and had nothing on it.

She taunted, "So, you mean you accidentally clicked the delete button and accidentally emptied the recycle bin too by the way?" Micah didn't reply.

Abigail continued, "Moreover, with your 1Q, even if there is really such a coincidence, the documents have been translated once and when you do it again, it should be very fast. Do you think | am easy to be fooled?" Micah pursed the corners of his lips and his ears turned red slightly.

He was not good at lying and couldn't say a word of explanation.

Abigail was very sullen but was not indulgent, "Today is your first day of work, but you did this trick to me. Mr. Micah, you think you are honored, so | dare not beat you?" Micah clenched his palms. He was so nervous that he swallowed hard, "In this office, you are the president. | am your secretary.

| did it wrong and I'm at your disposal.” Abigail stared at him and was slightly startled.

Micah, who was cold and arrogant, stooped to compromise for the first time.

"In that case, I'll be happy to make up the childhood experience for you." She turned her head, walked back to her table and took a light and smooth ruler out of the drawer.

Previously, she used this to educate her young cousin who worked here as internship. After that. It had been put in the drawer and sealed for a long time.

She would use to it beat the second son of Suham's powerful family, and actually had a little confidence about it.

But on second thought, as the boss, doing this to her secretary didn't seem like a big deal.

Besides, she knew how to do it properly.

She emboldened herself and walked toward Micah with a steady gait.

Micah looked at her coming towards him, and had a little confidence as well whether he could sustain it. He grew up obediently, had not gotten into trouble, and had never received such a punishment as being beaten by a ruler. And he didn't know what it felt like.

As he swallowed uneasily once again, Abigail had stood in front of him and commanded solemnly, "Please extend your left hand." He was sitting, staring up at her, and reaching his hand over to her.

"Palm up. Be flat and spread out.” Knowing that he had no experience of being beaten, Abigail was patient in teaching him.

Micah did as he was told.

The moment when his palm was unfolded, the ruler was swung into his hand, leaving with fiery and stinging pain.

He wrinkled his eyebrows in pain. The corners of his mouth were tightly pursed, resisting the urge to pull back his hand.

Abigail watched his face as she swung the ruler without mercy.

After only ten strokes, she withdrew the ruler and asked in a deep voice, "What does it feel like?" Micah looked down at his red-stained palm and said honestly, "It hurts.” Abigail held back a laugh, "It's an honor to personally let you experience of being beaten for the first time in your life." Noting that her tone was light-hearted, Micah felt that the beating was worth it.

He tilted his head and said seriously, "In fact, there are many first time, such as the first kiss, the first time to be a secretary, the first time to apologize. And later, there will be more." Abigail's heart moved slightly and felt sweet.

Remembering that he was punished because he did wrong at work, she quickly made herself look serious and admonished, "If you are not afraid of being beaten, you can continue to those tricks. In seven days, | will gradually increase the amount of daily task. Mr. Micah, you should be prepared for it." "Okay." Abigail frowned, "Hmm?" "Yes, Miss Abigail." Abigail then walked back to her table, put the ruler back in the drawer, picked up her bag, and prepared to leave.

After taking two steps in the direction of the door, she turned back, "When you finish the last two documents, you can leave." "Abigail," Micah called her, "Can you wait for me and give me a ride back to home?" Abigail raised her eyebrows, "First day off work and you want a ride with the boss? Mr. Micah, you're on your high horse." "No, | don't have a cell phone. | don't know the way back to the house, and | don't have money for a taxi." Abigail: "Wasn't there money when you paid for the lunch at noon?" Micah said honestly, "The change is all | had. | went to the restaurant at noon and spent it all. Now | don't have any cash.” Abigail looked at him from afar for a moment, neither agreeing nor explicitly refusing.

He had his head down, looking at the slightly swollen wound on his palm and wondering what she was thinking.

Abigail looked at his palm as well and was touched a little bit.

She pretended to casually walk to the couch to sit down and set up a full set of fine tea sets.

"It's still early. I'm not in such a hurry to go home, so I'll familiarize myself with the half-hour tea ceremony class before | leave.” Micah understood and immediately returned his attention to the computer. Not caring about the painful injury to his left hand, he skillfully typed and quickly entered into the working state.

Abigail was concentrating on making tea right in front of the couch, showing the elegant gesture as the daughter of a noble family.

She poured out the first brewed tea and took the trouble to brew it a second time.

Half an hour later, Micah finished translating the last two documents, and sent them to Abigail's account.

Finally, after a long day of difficulties, he took a long breath and turned off his computer.

Abigail just finished making tea and poured two cups of it.

Micah walked up to her in a disciplined manner and waited for her to finish.

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