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It's been three weeks and I'm just now realizing that I should've asked her if she had any prior secretary experience. I was too preoccupied with finding someone to fill the position.
Running my fingers through my tousled hair, I take a deep breath before calling her name. "Y/n!"
I hear a few things fall to the floor before the sound of her stomping throughout the apartment fills the ample space.
"Yes, Loi—Mr. Forger?" she says, clearly out of breath.
"I had a meeting at 10," I state unequivocally.
"...okay..." she responds, confused.
"I didn't go to it."
"I don't see what that has to do with—"
I raise a hand to cut her off. "You didn't put it in my calendar."
"Wait what?" Her visage is dominated by anxiousness and fear. "No, I swear I put it in last week. There must've been some sort of mix-up."
"Y/n, this isn't a difficult job, but you keep making simple mistakes," I sigh, twirling the black fountain pen in my fingers.
"What do you mean? This is the first mistake I've made," she says, offended.
"No, it's not." I push my chair back and stand up, walking to the front of the desk and leaning against the edge. I fold my arms over my chest, feeling the tightness of the shirt suffocating against my muscles. "The other day when I asked for the finances file from 2020, you gave me the stock file from 2021."
She scoffs. "That was an honest mistake. They were right next to each other."
"What about my dry cleaning?" I inquire, raising an eyebrow.
"Who knew there was someone else with the last name Forger?" she sarcastically asks, somewhat laughing slightly. I stare at her, not the least bit amused. "I'm sorry. I'll do better."
"I hope so, or else I'll have to fire you," I state plainly.
"Fire me?" she almost yells but catches herself.
"You have one more chance," I say, fixing my name plaque.
"I won't let you down," she quickly bows, immediately racing toward her office.
"Wait," I shout. She almost collapses from how swiftly she turns around.
"Yes?"
"What are you doing tonight?" I ask.
"Nothing. Why? Do you need me to stay late?" she asks, annoyance written all over her face.
"Nope. There's a social gathering tonight for the company and its business partners. I'd like you to accompany me."
