No One But You

"Go back and find out what kind of woman Calvin likes, then you can be the kind of woman he wants."

She blinked, feeling confused.

"Or, you can find out what kind of woman Calvin's mother is. Generally speaking, a man's future wife looks like his own mother."

Her eyes got bright. "Like mother-in-law?"

I didn't care what cards she played. I looked at her and smiled, letting her figure it out.

She left after she understood that she could not see Calvin even if she wanted to.

I went back after I made sure she left with her car.

Calvin was having an office meeting in a room full of senior managers. Secretaries were taking notes nervously. And there was a recorder on the desk

I sat in a corner and took notes of what other people said, which was the basic skill of a journalist.

After listening to it roughly, I began to write an outline, and then listened to the tape and expanded it after the meeting.

It was simple. They didn't have to be scared like that.

After the meeting, the secretaries huddled together to listen to the recording of Calvin.

I know Calvin must be very strict in his work. Otherwise the secretaries wouldn't be so nervous.

Their leader had resigned and it was leaderless, so they were like headless flies.

I sat down with them but they didn't notice.

Finding an idle computer, I began to expand the outline by combining it with Calvin's recordings, and soon finished writing the minutes of the meeting.

Then I typed it and gave it to one of the secretaries. "Give it to Mr. Knight!"

She saw a strange face in the secretary's office, so she looked at me. "Who are you?"

"I am Josephine Wood, your new director."

They believed it and stretch out a hand, "Director Wood, My name is Alice Newman."

"Director Wood, my name is Olive Smith."

I shook their hands with a smile. I had their names in mind.

Alice went to hand in the minutes of the meeting and later came back to tell me, "Director Wood, Mr. Knight wants to see you."

I sorted my clothes and walked into Calvin's office. He had changed his white silk shirt into a dark blue shirt with dark gold stripes. I looked at his cuffs and found it had a fine cufflink. "What are you looking at?" A cold word cut short my glance.

"Looking at a handsome man." I was laughing.

He looked up. I read in his eyes a great deal of disgust.

I knew he hated me.

But why did he sleep with me since he hated me? After he messed up my life, I didn't know how to move on."

"Did you tell my secretary you are the director of Secretary Department?" He asked.

"You said that as long as I could get rid of Elena Jenkins, I can take any job in the Secretary Department, and only the secretary position would be acceptable for the time being." It was very rude of me to speak to him.

However, Calvin was an unusual person. If was compliant, he might ignore me. But If I didn't respect him, he would pay attention to me.

"You got rid of Elena? But she will show up again."

"You asked me to drive her away, not to kill her. As long as she is alive, sure she will show up again. But I had completed the task you gave. Will you go back on your word?" He lowered his eyes and smiled with a nice curve of his lips.

What a delightful man. With such a face, the kid in my belly would be beautiful no matter it was a boy or a girl.

"Josephine." He called me when I was distracted.

"Yes." I hastened to answer.

"There's a lunch meeting at noon and a cocktail party in the evening. I'll hire you if you do a good job."

"That's not what you said." I sneered.

"It's up to me. You have no room to bargain." He bowed his head and went on with his work. "Go out and meet me at the office gate at twelve noon."

I watched him for two seconds before I turned and walked out the door.

I spent a morning in the secretary's office and basically got to know the workflow of being a secretary.

Director, in particular. I needed to summarize and screen the information of other secretaries before reporting it directly to Calvin.

But there was not a requirement for social.

Alice told me, "Mr. Knight's special assistant will do it."

"What's last name of the special assistant?"

"Dixon."

Damn, there were many with the last name Dixon.

I feel upset to hear the surname Dixon.

At twelve o'clock I was waiting for him in front of Calvin's office. He walked out of his office and walked by me.

I followed him. Suddenly he stopped to look back at me.

From head to toe.

"Is that all you have?"

I looked down at myself.

It was a commuter dress a few years ago, a silk shirt and high heels.

I did not wear it a lot since usually a pair of sneakers and jeans would do during my work.

I wore this suit to interview Calvin last time. This was the only formal suit I had.

"I have a lot of t-shirts and jeans. I'll go back and change them now if you like."

He looked at me patiently, "Forget it, get better dress in the evening banquet. I will take you to buy clothes after dinner."

"You're such a good boss." I praised him with all my heart.

He ignored me and walked straight into the elevator.

On the drive to the restaurant, he sat in the back seat and I sat in the copilot seat.

He suddenly asked me, "Do you know who to have lunch with?"

I never fight an uncertain war.

"Senior executives of DT Electronic."

He didn't speak to me again after I answered.

I peeked at him in the rearview mirror. He closed his eyes and rested, with his lashes hanging on his lower eyelids, casting a beautiful curve.

He was a good-looking man with superior family and supreme status.

There were a lot of women out there who wanted to have kids with him. Why did he choose me?

And, in that way?

I really wanted to get him drunk and asked him.

There was a party tonight. Here was my chance.

The restaurant we had lunch was very nice, and I was secretly pleased.

Because I was a journalist and I have fast food or hamburger for lunch. I needed to pay first. The finance of our magazine would give the money for dinner long after. When I entered the restaurant, I sadly slipped a note to Calvin.

He looked down. "What?"

"I treated Elena to breakfast this morning. This is the invoice. You have to give the money to me."

He took one look at me and dropped it on the floor.

I picked it up and followed him. Unexpectedly he refused. Wasn't it too chinchy for a vice president to do so?

As soon as I got my footing, the other side's senior had arrived. As I was lowering my head to put the invoice back in my bag, I heard a familiar voice.

"Hello, Mr. Knight. I'm the marketing manager of DT Electronic. My name is Daniel Dixon."

Daniel?

Enemy met.

I looked up as he was looking at me.☐☐☐☐☐☐☐☐☐☐☐☐