In the blink of an eye, a week had passed, and Anya had already found her footing at S Corp. As the personal secretary to the Third Young Master Ye, her competence quickly earned everyone's respect. Even Yolily, seeing Anya capable of handling everything on her own, happily went off on vacation.
The four women in the secretary office, who had initially mocked and sneered at her, now began treating her with respect.
Anya proved her worth with her abilities.
S Corp was a fiercely competitive environment, where everything was judged by capability—especially Ye Chen's secretaries. Each one of them had been selected through a rigorous process and had their own unique strengths. They were proud and arrogant, and getting them to truly acknowledge someone took serious effort. Anya had worked hard to win them over.
The only thing that irritated her was having to face that devilishly handsome face of Third Young Master Ye every single day. For Anya, it was sheer torment. After exchanging loving flying kisses with her darling son in the morning, she'd walk into the company and be greeted by a larger, grown-up version of her baby. She had to stay constantly on guard just to stop herself from impulsively planting a kiss on Ye Chen.
When it came to being twisted, both Cross and Ye Chen were neck and neck. Back when she was in the UK, Anya had to keep track of every single mistress Cross ever dated. The guy would suddenly mention a name, and she'd have to mentally dig through all the files and send the right woman to him.
What frustrated her the most was that Cross, the freak, had zero interest in socialites or movie stars. Instead, he had a thing for rich, married women. As long as he fancied one, it didn't matter if her husband was around—he'd flirt, seduce, and take her to bed all the same.
You can imagine the burning rage in Anya's little heart while handling all that. She wanted nothing more than to catapult him straight to Mars.
Ye Chen wasn't much better. Though he had a devoted girlfriend who was a well-known socialite, he still had enough mistresses to fill the Huangpu River. Within a week of starting her job, Anya had already received over twenty calls from different women.
All of them wanted to see Ye Chen—and he dumped all of them on Anya, asking her to deal with them.
Pleading, whining, cursing—Anya handled it all.
Initially, he just wanted to see her flustered. Even the experienced Yolily had often been driven to frustration by these tangled affairs.
But Anya surprised him.
She answered every call with a sweet smile, listened all the way through, and always came up with a flawless excuse to turn them down. She never used the same excuse twice with the same woman, even though she told them all he was busy in meetings.
Her creativity in dodging them was jaw-dropping.
Once, Ye Chen pushed open the door just in time to hear her chirp sweetly on the phone: "The president is currently occupied with Miss Yun Ruoxi in the lounge. He might not be available for a while."
Ye Chen's handsome face twisted with rage.
But he couldn't deny it—she was the most capable secretary he'd ever had. Even with this kind of task, she handled it with ease.
"President, sorry for the lie," Anya said with a sweet, innocent smile. "But honestly, it suits your style better."
Cursing without a single swear word.
Damn it—anyone trained under Cross was bound to be a freak!