Chapter 19: I Shall Make a Cup of Milk for the CEO!

The next day, Yu Jin was transferred to the executive office, promoted to the position of personal secretary to President Dongfang.

The elite secretaries in the secretarial pool looked at her with a mix of envy, jealousy, and resentment. Secretary Jin’s teeth ached with bitterness.

"Secretary Yu, don't forget your friends when you hit it big!" Secretary Jin grabbed Yu Jin’s hand, tears and snot streaming down his face, his display of reluctance shocking everyone nearby.

"It’s only one floor away. You’ll see each other every day; it’s not like you’re being separated by death," Gu Lan remarked coldly, unable to stand the spectacle.

Yu Jin was speechless. Secretary Jin was equally stunned.

Amidst the collective sighing of the crowd, Yu Jin packed her belongings and followed the Chief Secretary upstairs.

The 99th floor was exceptionally well-lit. As Yu Jin stepped onto the floor, she felt a languid sensation, as if wrapped in sunlight. Gu Lan pointed to a desk, leaving Yu Jin in disbelief and unable to accept the arrangement.

The desk had clearly been set up temporarily inside the President’s office!

"Chief Secretary, could I possibly..."

"No. You are the President’s personal assistant and must be as close to him as possible to attend to his needs." Gu Lan, being a shrewd veteran, saw right through her intentions.

She hadn't expected this girl to be so complex. She had only delivered documents last night, and today she had already climbed the ladder. Previously, Gu Lan assumed she was Special Assistant Qin’s girlfriend, but now it seemed she held a special significance to the President.

"What exactly does a personal assistant need to do?" Yu Jin’s heart trembled, her expression appearing utterly innocent.

"You’ll handle the President’s romantic entanglements. Remember, many socialites call to make appointments with him every day. Be careful not to offend anyone, or we won't be able to bear the losses to the company," Gu Lan said, pausing to reflect, realizing there wasn't much else a personal assistant actually had to do.

"As for anything else, just follow the President’s orders." Seeing Yu Jin’s pale, fearful complexion, Gu Lan added, "Don’t worry, the President doesn't prey on his own staff."

Gu Lan patted her shoulder to reassure her. The expression on Yu Jin’s face was so genuine that Gu Lan couldn't tell if it was sincere emotion or simply excellent acting.

Romantic entanglements—the worst!

After Gu Lan left, Yu Jin slumped into her seat. Her tiny desk faced Dongfang She’s imposing marble desk directly.

His office was not as flamboyant as his personality; it was extremely minimalist, featuring only black and white, lacking even a single potted plant.

Yu Jin sighed. How long would she have to endure such a suffocating work environment?

At 9:30 AM, Dongfang She finally made his appearance. His Hermes plaid suit accentuated his tall, slender frame, and the diamond-encrusted Swiss watch on his wrist added a touch of ostentatious flair. The moment he stepped inside, the dazzling sunlight bathed his handsome, devilish features and short, fire-red hair. He was demonic, sexy, mature, domineering, and flamboyant all at once.

"Good morning, President." Yu Jin lowered her head, afraid to meet his gaze. Those deep, icy-pool eyes were filled with a magnetism that could condemn any woman who dared to look into them for even a second.

"Morning." Surprisingly, seeing her in professional attire, looking as docile as a lamb, Dongfang She felt his mood brighten, and the smile at the corner of his lips grew warmer.

"Coffee," the man said, his thin lips parting in a way that was seductively impossible to ignore.

Yu Jin mentally scolded herself for her lack of composure. She managed to pull herself together, but while her mind had returned, her mouth betrayed her: "Coffee isn't good for you first thing in the morning. I’ll make you a glass of milk instead!"