Fearing that I might back out, I forced myself to go to the office after two days. I tried my best to minimize our interactions."Ms. Middleton, is there something wrong with my cooking?" Marianne asked cautiously."Marianne, your cooking is the best!"I really enjoyed Marianne's dishes and desserts. I had gained ten pounds in New York and planned to lose weight after returning to Johnsonville. Sadly, I discovered that I had gained another four pounds instead of losing weight.My once slender body now felt more curvaceous.Yesterday, when I met Wendy, she said I looked radiant and glowing.Wendy's sincere compliment made me waver in my resolve to diet again."Is Ms. Middleton worried about troubling me or Mr. Walker?""Neither!" I couldn't explain to Marianne, so I lied, "I've gained weight recently, and my clothes don't fit well anymore. If I keep eating like this, I'm afraid I'll turn into a roly-poly.""Even if Ms. Middleton became a soft, cuddly teddy bear, she'd be the cu
I was Luke's assistant, and my position should align with his. Even though I didn't like Joey, I wouldn't sabotage her. However, he shouldn't have distanced himself from her so completely in front of me, even if he was trying to protect her.Was it that he didn't trust me, or was there someone else he liked?Thinking back on his attitude towards Joey, I leaned towards the latter.If Joey wasn't Luke's crush, then who did he like?I had made such a big mistake!I mentally went through all the women he had interacted with since I became his assistant. He treated them all equally, with no special treatment.Could it be that the person he liked hadn't appeared in my view yet?She must be very mysterious!I got out of the car and took the elevator upstairs. Just as I exited, Joey called.Joey had Luke's contact information. The only reason she would go to such lengths to call me and use me as a messenger was that Luke wasn't answering her calls.He had clearly told me not to repor
Joey didn't give up. She sent me an email, first berating me for my "despicable" act of blocking her, then threatening me again, and finally offering a way to redeem myself - by getting Luke to visit her in the neighboring city.Joey was like a child throwing a tantrum. Did she really think she could make me do her bidding with a few weak threats? How naive!I ignored her and gathered the documents I had prepared to take to Luke's office.Luke had already arrived at the company. He was sitting at his desk, with his computer open in front of him.The office's decor matched Luke's style, making him look even more austere and serious as he sat there.The surveillance footage flashed in my mind. I glanced at him, then quickly lowered my gaze to hide the complex emotions in my eyes. Placing the documents on his desk, I tried to keep my voice steady as I said, "Mr. Walker, these are the documents that need to be processed today.""Marianne says you won't be coming over for breakfast an
Here's a proofread and more westernized version with improved flow and clarity:Even when he reached for documents in my hands, I would reflexively flinch away.Luke paused briefly, then acted as if nothing had happened.Today seemed unusually long, a torment for me. Whenever I felt anxious, I had to make a conscious effort to calm myself.After the 3 PM meeting ended, only Luke and I remained in the conference room.As I was organizing the documents on the table, Luke leaned back in his chair and said, "You're not in good form. Do you need some time off to adjust?""I'm sorry, Mr. Walker. I'm not at my best today, but I'll try to improve."I quickened my pace in gathering the documents, eager to escape the room.Luke's gaze fell on my hands. "Is your poor state related to me?"Realizing I'd slipped up again, I hastily denied it. "No, it's not."My urgent tone only confirmed Luke's suspicion. His dark eyes took on a probing look.His gaze was so penetrating that I felt trapp
Wendy usually steers clear of her exes' workplaces after a breakup. Her bringing me here voluntarily set off alarm bells in my head."Sweetie, you've got it wrong. It's my ex-ex-ex-ex-boyfriend from ages ago!" Wendy snatched her gym bag from the backseat and slung it over her shoulder. Glancing up at the "Cornell Fitness" sign, she smirked, "When the cat's away, the mice will play! Let's see how Mr. 'I Dumped Wendy Smith' is doing these days.""Are you here for revenge?" I asked, eyeing her determined stance.Concerned she might get hurt, I pushed my own worries aside and tried to stop her. "What's going on, Wendy?"Wendy was known for her clean breaks, never dragging out a split. Her exes typically left thrilled, having benefited from the Smith family's generosity. They treated her like royalty, and no one had ever dared cross her before.This guy must have really messed up to get Wendy this riled."This jerk somehow got his hands on some grainy videos and sent them to my contacts, cl
"Isn't saying 'never' a bit absolute?" Wendy tapped her fingers on the counter, then looked up at the gym's security cameras. "How long do you keep your surveillance footage?""We usually keep it for..." the receptionist began, but after catching a glance from someone nearby, she hesitated. "I'm not sure.""You might want to brush up on your job knowledge," Wendy said.With her keen perception, Wendy had already noticed something off about the receptionist's expression. She discreetly followed the direction of the glance.I recognized the man in the distance as Richard Corden, the morally bankrupt ex-ex-ex-ex-boyfriend. He approached Wendy with a smile, "Ms. Smith, what brings such a busy person like you here?""I'm nowhere near as busy as you!" Wendy replied with a fake smile. "You've got to work, privately contact clients, maintain relationships, and tirelessly spread rumors. With that workload, you deserve at least three or four assistants. You're being shortchanged."Wendy's
"This is the first time I've heard that taking a video can interfere with police work," a customer said, adjusting their phone. "Are you hiding something?""Our gym has always followed the rules," an employee responded."Then what are you afraid of?" The customer gestured for the employee to move aside. "You're blocking my shot."More and more people started filming. Wendy remained unfazed, allowing them to record.Richard, fearing the situation would escalate beyond his control, anxiously said, "Wendy... Ms. Smith, we'll definitely give you a satisfactory explanation for these two issues. Given our past acquaintance, can we resolve this privately?""No!" Wendy's tone was decisive. "You've crossed a line, and I'm going to see this through to the end.""Ms. Smith...""You're so scared. Is it because you did it?""No... it wasn't me.""If it wasn't you, why are you so concerned?"Wendy despised men who lacked the courage to own up to their actions. She looked at him with contem
At the gym, Wendy was sweating profusely on the treadmill.She wore a sports bra and yoga pants, perfectly showcasing her great figure. Her long legs and slim waist were eye-catching.She exercised regularly and had good stamina. Compared to her, I was far behind!After just a few minutes of running, my legs felt like lead, and I could barely move. I touched the excess fat around my waist, pushing away thoughts of giving up, and tried to adjust my breathing to keep going a bit longer. It didn't help much.In no time, my throat became uncomfortable from heavy breathing.I wiped away some sweat and slowed down.Seeing this, Wendy looked at me and asked, "Sweetie, how long has it been since you last exercised?""I can't remember," I replied.I'm a laid-back person. While I don't sleep in till noon, I also can't bring myself to wake up early to exercise.The last time I exercised was probably during morning runs in high school, but I was too embarrassed to say that.I wanted to s