She turned her head to glance at Noah Drexler, who was resting on the sofa, feeling somewhat disgruntled inside.
This secretary job is really not meant for humans!
No, it’s more like being a secretary for a boss like Noah Drexler, who has no clue how to empathize with his subordinates, is really not a human’s work!
Just as she was looking at Noah Drexler with dissatisfaction, the man sitting on the sofa suddenly put down the list in his hand, then turned to glance at Sean Morgan and the bodyguards in the room, and suddenly pursed his lips and instructed.
"Everyone, out."
"Yes." As his voice fell, Simon Morgan nodded, gestured to the bodyguards and others beside him, and then turned around to leave together.
Seeing this, Summer Shawcross paused, thought about her current role, and then turned around as well.
However, just as she was about to leave with Sean and the others, Noah Drexler’s voice suddenly sounded from behind her.
"Secretary Summer, stay."
She paused and stopped in her tracks.
At this moment, Sean Morgan and the others had already left, closing the door as they went.
Summer Shawcross turned around and saw Noah Drexler leaning on the sofa, staring at her.
"Tired?" He squinted his eyes slightly and suddenly asked her in a low voice.
"Of course, I stood the whole day today, my legs are about to break!" Summer Shawcross pouted and muttered softly, complaining to him.
She had been exhausted to the point of collapse today, yet he, no matter where he went, was treated like royalty with all sorts of comfortable seats, while they, the bodyguards, assistants, and secretaries, could only stand by the side, and with high heels on no less, her legs were about to give out!
Listening to her full of complaints, Noah Drexler couldn’t help but suppress a laugh.
He had been careless.
He was long accustomed to a busy schedule, and usually, the people around him were all big, burly men, so he momentarily overlooked that her physical strength couldn’t compare to theirs.
Plus, he had decided at the last minute to bring her along, so he had to stick to the original schedule. But he didn’t expect that by evening, she was already so tired that her face was turning pale.
Yet today’s workload, compared to his usual workload, was nothing at all.
But seeing her dissatisfied look at the moment, he truly felt a bit of heartache.
Thinking of this, he couldn’t help but frown, then once again gave her an order.
"Come over."
His deep voice rang out, and Summer Shawcross paused.
Even though he wasn’t using a commanding tone with her, his voice unwittingly carried a bit of authority.
Making her subconsciously start walking towards the sofa.
She thought it must be because of her current temporary role that she’s having such an illusion.
She had just walked to the side of the sofa when the man reached out his hand, grabbed her wrist, and gently pulled her in.
Already exhausted, Summer Shawcross followed his pull and ended up sitting beside him.
Just as she looked at him in astonishment, the man suddenly bent down, lifted her foot with his hand, and took off her shoe.
"Noah Drexler..." Her expression immediately turned a bit awkward.
But the man said nothing, his slender fingers pressing a few points on her ankle.
Summer Shawcross was taken aback, her previously sore and aching foot suddenly felt less painful with his gentle presses.
She looked up with surprise, astonishment filling her eyes as she looked at the man in front of her.