Eve took the drink and felt the blood drain from her face. "President Madison, I can explain—"
"No need. I won't put it on your record."
Ambryan scowled. "Madison, that is unprofessional."
"A killjoy as always." Madison sighed with an eye roll, grabbing the secretary's shoulders and looking at her in the eye. "Eve, just say the word and I'll take you as my subordinate."
Instead of a concerned look, Eve stared at a pleading one. It would be wrong to say that she wasn't flattered by the President's favor towards her. They always had a good relationship. There was never any pressure for her to do better than she could.
It seemed like the work would be a breeze, a piece of cake or a walk in the park.
Unfortunately, it opened little growth on her part as an employee.
"And the unprofessionalism continues." Ambryan exhaled sharply. He rolled his chair closer to the computer monitor. His fingers typed on the keyboard, composing an email reminder for the department heads.
Madison squinted in his direction, feeling irritated.
Eve was a model employee. She was patient, kind, diligent and gorgeous. Anyone would be lucky to have her. She deserved a favorable treatment. It tugged the President's heartstrings to see her struggle.
She wasn't even that late—even HR knew her tardiness was within the acceptable range. She also had a perfect record before this. It wouldn't be right to overlook them like they didn't exist.
A warning should be enough but this was Eve they were talking about. She already knew her actions and reflected on them. It probably drove her crazy along the way.
There wasn't a need for a lengthy lecture anymore.
"Thank you for the constant offer, President Madison, but I am content working with Sir Hathaway." Eve smiled. It felt tight on her lips. She always faced the same generosity from the President. The rejection became harder to say as time went by.
She wished that the topic would end.
Madison turned towards her, wearing a hurt expression. "Are you sure?"
"I am sure." Eve nodded. She stayed firm and ignored the angelic face.
The President let her go and marched over to the work desk. A hand slammed on the table. Luminous green eyes darkened at the CEO. "What kind of magic potion did you feed her? Why is she so loyal to you?"
Ambryan stopped typing. He leaned back on his chair and looked up. Despite the current height difference, he didn't find Madison intimidating. Silence surrounded the office. If one looked closely, the person might see a storm brewing overhead.
Eve inched towards the exit.
But then, Ambryan spoke, making her stiffen.
"How insulting, King," he sneered and tilted his head to one side, "Why would I need a potion to make someone loyal to me?"
Eve gulped and glanced at the President. She rarely heard anyone address Madison by his first name. He always preferred his surname for unknown reasons. When she asked Darryl about it, the security guard had one answer.
It seemed that the President enjoyed it whenever strangers mistook him for a woman.
If Eve didn't know any better, she would have thought the same.
"Oh, my poor heart. Don't call me that." Madison groaned. He flopped back onto the chair and hung his head. His albino hair fell behind the backrest. The sunlight glowed on his skin, highlighting his high cheekbones.
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