Chapter 9 She's Really Something

• The restaurant, chosen by Rowan, was a Froania restaurant near Galactic Group's headquarters.
• Natalie sat stiffly beside Isaac, unsure of what to do with her hands.
• Where was Juliet? She hoped her friend wouldn't fail her at such a crucial moment.
• Just then, the restaurant door swung open, and a voluptuous figure in a burgundy dress entered.
• The woman's gaze swept the room, settling on Natalie. She removed her sunglasses dramatically.
• "Oh my! Who is this? Natalie? My old classmate! Long time no see!"
• Juliet's overly enthusiastic voice filled the entire restaurant.
• After years of friendship, they still had this level of unspoken understanding. Natalie immediately rose to her feet, feigning delight at the unexpected reunion. "What a coincidence! Are you here for lunch too?"
• "Yes! What a twist of fate! I actually need your help with something, and it's nearby." Juliet unceremoniously pulled Natalie towards the exit.
• Natalie played along, looking reluctant but following without hesitation.
• "Hmm? What's the matter? Since it's so important, I can't refuse. Mr. Issac, I apologise, but I must go now!"
• Watching their hasty retreat, Rowan couldn't help but chuckle.
• "Did that girl really call in reinforcements to rescue her?"
• Isaac's face darkened considerably.
• Did she think he couldn't see through such an exaggerated and clumsy act?
• She was really something!
• In the afternoon, after returning to the office and dealing with a few documents, a secretary knocked on the door to deliver some materials.
• Hearing the knock, Isaac looked up, only to find it wasn't the clean and fresh-faced woman he had expected.
• For some reason, the meticulously made-up face that he usually found acceptable now seemed rather off-putting.
• "Call the head of the secretarial department," Isaac instructed through the intercom.
• Alvin Marshman quickly entered. "Mr. Foster, you wanted to see me?"
• "Reassign Natalie's duties. From now on, she'll handle all tasks directly related to my office."
• "Huh ... " Alvin was momentarily speechless.
• Natalie was a newcomer, theoretically only supposed to handle simple, miscellaneous tasks, not serve the president directly.
• However, no one dared to question the president's orders. The next day, the new assignment was announced.
• "Huh? I was doing perfectly fine; why am I being reassigned!"
• Cynthia's resentment towards Natalie intensified.
• Originally, she had the coveted position close to Isaac, with the perfect opportunity to admire his sought-after face.
• But now, this privilege had been given to the newcomer!
• "Let it go, Cynthia. Don't be upset. You're a senior; you should 'teach' the newcomer properly," a colleague suggested with a knowing look.
• Cynthia immediately grasped the implication.
• "Natalie! Make a cup of coffee for everyone in our department! The president drinks coffee every day, and you must fully understand his preferences!"
• As a senior, it was her duty to train the newcomer, which meant having the newcomer do everything at least once.
• Natalie's workload multiplied, and she had to endure the ridicule and exclusion from the entire secretarial department. It was pure torture.
• It was all that jinx Isaac's fault! Why did he have to reassign her? Now she had become the target of everyone's fire.
• Before she could even take a moment to internally vent her frustrations, Cynthia's sharp voice rang out again, "Is this coffee sweet enough to give us all diabetes? Make it again!"
• Carrying a tray full of coffee cups, Natalie walked out of the secretarial department, only to encounter a graceful, beautiful woman approaching.
• As they passed each other, the woman quickly assessed Natalie, her eyes flashing with a fleeting look of disdain before heading towards Isaac's office.
• As a dutiful new secretary, Natalie diligently followed her and asked, "Excuse me, miss. Are you here to see our president? Do you have an appointment?"