My Babies, My Love

Chapter 77

Patricia headed out bright and early the following day as she had to take the subway to work.

As the eldest young lady of the Aniston Family, Patricia had never ridden any public transportation.

That was, until six years ago when she left her family. Since then, she has mastered the art of

taking the subway and the bus.

She rarely hailed a cab as she didn’t want to waste money; the fare would rise as the time ticked,

after all.

The subway was jam-packed with people, so stuffy that she was covered in sweat by the time she

exited the cart. It was 7.50AM when she arrived at Arnold Corporation, and after clocking in, she

headed straight to the president’s office on the top floor.

She went to the executive secretary, Sorella Lock, to report for duty. Sorella had already received

Isaac’s message the day before to add a work desk in his office, which would be for his secretary

coming this day.

With that, she took Patricia into Isaac’s office and pointed at the desk by the door. “This will be

your desk.”

Patricia nodded in acknowledgment. “Thank you, Miss Lock.”

Sorella took a gander at Patricia. She’s pretty and all, but her clothes are… meh. Anybody can tell

what she’s wearing are so yesterday. Then again, the treatment she gets is one that none of us in

the secretary department has.

She had a good feeling that this woman and the president might be in some sort of relationship,

and Patricia might even be the future Mrs. Arnold. Because of that likelihood, she treated Patricia

deferentially. “No worries. Feel free to come to me if there’s anything you don’t understand.”

Everyone here in Arnold Corporation is pretty nice, Patricia thought. They’re not condescending at

all and are even pretty friendly.

There was a computer and a landline on her desk, and after sitting down and putting her mug on it,

she studied her surroundings.

Isaac’s office was massive, spacious, and bright, but it was mainly decorated in white or gray,

looking very stoic.

She didn’t know what her job scope was, so she just went to his desk and thought to tidy it up.

Just then, the door opened, and Isaac came in wearing a black coat. Liam wanted to take the coat

from him after he removed it. But seeing that Patricia was present, he ordered her, “Hang the coat,

Miss Aniston.”

Patricia knew this was part of her job, so she took the coat from Isaac and hung it up.

After that, she returned to her desk and watched him give Liam the work for the day. He was the

epitome of a mighty ruler, having that je ne sais quoi.

She finally truly understood what people meant when they said men looked the most charming

when they worked.

Before leaving, Liam smiled at Patricia when he passed by her desk. “Miss Aniston, President

Arnold has a habit of drinking a cup of black coffee every morning.”

Knowing that he was giving her a hint, Patricia got up. “I’ll make it right away.”

With that, she followed Liam out. Liam gave her a tour of the President’s office, which consisted of

two break rooms—one solely dedicated to Isaac’s.

Everything in there was what Isaac normally used, all of which were branded, even the water and

coffee he drank. More than that, all of them were crazy expensive.

Though Patricia was now strapped, she was from an affluent family, after all, so she still knew a

thing or two about branded products.

While Liam told her Isaac’s preferences in detail, Patricia jotted it all down on her phone, swearing

she would serve the man well.

After all, the thirty-thousand salary meant a great deal to her.

Patricia returned to Isaac’s office with a cup of coffee and put it on his desk. “Here’s your coffee, Property © NôvelDrama.Org.

President Arnold. I’ve put a splash of milk in it. It’ll be better for your stomach.”

She couldn’t believe he had drunk his coffee without milk or sugar. Not only would it taste super

bitter, but it wouldn’t be good for his stomach as well.

It was only then that Isaac took a glance at her. His black suit, white dress shirt, and navy blue

necktie made him look absolutely aloof.

“Patricia, do you know what a personal secretary is required to do? Pick me up to work in the

morning and send me home after work. You didn’t show up this morning, so your bonus will be

deducted.”