Chapter 7 Suicide Mission

• "Do you want to end up like the Savior crew? Even though as individuals they are professional, as a team they are very bad. Employees who hinder the company deserve to be drowned."
• Frank's words made Kara swallow hard. Cold sweat began to bead on the back of her neck.
• ‘Is this what punishment other than dismissal means? Being drowned?’
• Holding her breath, Kara watched the coffee she brewed. The CEO's anger would definitely double if he drank it. Kara would not only be expelled from the company, but also from life. The mission must be aborted immediately!
• However, before Kara could move the cup, Frank had already snatched it. He apparently had hung up the phone. His throat was dry and in need of refreshment.
• "No!" Kara instinctively grabbed the cup.
• "Aargh!"
• Frank stood up and gasped at the secretary. Warm black liquid had stained his pants, right in “that” area.
• "... Kara Martin!"
• Kara's life was almost left her body. She wasn't ready to be drowned yet. Quickly, she pulled out several sheets of tissue and dropped to her knees.
• "I'm sorry, Sir! I'm sorry!"
• Panic had overwhelmed Kara's sanity. She diligently cleaned the stain. She was completely unaware of what she was rubbing.
• At the same time, Jeremy and the guards burst in. They thought something was endangering the CEO. Frank had never groaned so loudly before. However, when they found out what had happened, they were stunned. Kara flinched, and Frank blinked wordlessly.
• "Sorry, Sir. We thought ... it was an emergency." Jeremy broke the silence.
• Then, without warning, he and the guards left the room, leaving Frank and Kara still frozen in shock.
• "You!" Frank shouted when he regained his consciousness. Without mercy, he grabbed Kara's hair, forcing her to look up. "You think I'm a cheap man who's easily seduced?"
• The tissue sheets in Kara's hand slipped away. Grimacing in horror, she held Frank's hand and shook her head as best she could.
• "No, Sir. I didn't mean it. I was just afraid you'd be angry because I spilled coffee on your pants," Kara explained with trembling voice. Whether it was due to embarrassment, slight pain, or fear, her face turned as red as a tomato.
• "Of course I'm angry! I can't understand why Mrs. Bell hired an incompetent secretary like you," Frank shouted right in front of Kara's face. The poor girl closed her eyes to avoid his terrifying gaze.
• "Sorry, Sir, but I have tried my best. If my performance is still disappointing, I am ready to be fired."
• Suddenly, Kara felt a hot breath on her cheek. As she peeked, those gray eyes seemed ready to pounce on her.
• "Do you think it's that easy to take responsibility for mistakes?"
• Kara's heart almost exploded. That's what Jeremy warned about—punishment other than dismissal.
• Imagining herself being put in a sack and then thrown into the sea, her face became even paler.
• “I-if not fired, then what?” She asked almost inaudibly. She still hoped for an answer other than being thrown into the sea or becoming shark food.
• "From now on, every time you make a mistake, your salary will be cut by 10%!"
• Kara spontaneously sighed in relief. She still had a chance to live and meet children! "Thank you, Sir. Thank you! I promise I won't make that mistake again.”
• Seeing Kara's relieved expression, Frank's anger immediately turned to astonishment. On the first day alone, his new secretary had already provoked his emotions three times. With such a significant salary deduction, Kara wouldn't earn a penny in four days. What made her still able to smile?
• "Not only that!" Frank added. “Every day, you have to manually sort incoming emails. The administration team will print them for you. If the next morning, your work is not on my desk, your minimum working period will be increased by ten days.”
• Kara's lips curved downward again. For a company as big as the Savior Group, there would be hundreds of emails coming in and there could be dozens that need to be forwarded to the CEO. How could she finish it on time? Frank must be intentionally pushing her beyond her limits.
• "And starting tomorrow morning," Kara's eyebrows rose again, "prepare breakfast for me! If the menu you bring is not suitable, I will really crush you. Understand?"
• Kara nodded stiffly. In her heart, she wondered what Frank meant by that. The more horrifying scenarios she imagined, the greater her regret grew. Before negative thoughts crushed her spirit, she took a deep breath.
• ‘I must not give up. It's only three months. I have to be able to survive for the sake of the twins.’
• "Okay! I will not disappoint you, Sir.”
• From that moment on, Kara no longer debated Frank's orders. She only focused on the stack of emails on her desk.
• Even when Frank asked her to organize documents on the shelf, arrange books, or perform other small and useless tasks, she did them promptly. She just wanted to get home on time and celebrate her new job with the twins.
• Unfortunately, when it was time to leave, her tasks were still piling up. Kara had to work overtime. The twins said they could wait. But when Kara arrived home, they were already asleep.
• The next morning, Emily entered the kitchen, rubbing her eyes. Her thick hair was a bit messy. In her arms, there was a lemon plush that had a smiling face, hands, and legs.
• "Mommy ...."
• "Hello, Little Bee." Kara put down the knife then welcomed Emily into a hug. "Do you sleep well?"
• Emily nodded lazily. "What time did Mommy come home last night? Why late?"
• "Did that annoying CEO give Mommy a hard time?" Louis chimed in as he entered the kitchen with his eyes half open. Without warning, he came into Kara's arms.
• Hearing her son's remark, Kara laughed wryly. She couldn't imagine how her little angel would react if he found out that Frank Harper was their father.
• "Mommy just started to work at that company. It's natural that Mommy has a lot of work to do. Are you upset that we failed to party?"
• "I'm not upset, just a little sad," Emily pinched the air with her tiny forefinger and thumb. "But Louis was angry. He kept saying that the evil CEO was the one who forbade Mommy to come home."
• "Mommy, if the CEO is mean to you, just tell me. I can beat him up," Louis clenched his fists in front of his face. His little muscles succeeded in making Kara laugh.
• "You often mention the CEO. Do you know who he is?" Kara stroked her son's chubby cheek.
• "I know." Louis nodded unexpectedly.