When a Corporate Workhorse Is Mistaken for the CEO's Long-Lost Beloved

A new female director was parachuted into the company. Rumor had it she was President Qu’s fiancée. President Qu asked me, his executive secretary, to show her around the company. I’d just put on my standard welcoming smile when she suddenly folded her arms across her chest. “Next, are you going to show me the empire you built together? Then casually mention that only the milk you make can ease his stomach problems, and that he only likes shirts and ties in the styles you pick out for him?” The angrier she got, the brighter the knowing gleam in her eyes, as if she’d seen right through everything. “You’re trying to warn me that you’re the irreplaceable one, his one true love, while I’m just a stand-in who showed up out of nowhere to disrupt your peaceful life!” The smile on my face cracked completely. I’m just an overworked office drone who nags him to approve documents every day, books his hotel rooms, and reminds him to drink less coffee and eat more. Yet in her ridiculous soap-opera script, I was somehow the CEO’s one true love?