Mr. Sinclair's Secretary
Celeste had always known Adrian was a cold and calculating businessman.
But this?
This was hell.
From the moment she stepped into the office, Adrian had treated her exactly like any other employee—worse, even.
No warm greetings. No teasing remarks. Just pure, strict professionalism.
"Celeste," Adrian's voice was sharp as he placed a stack of files on her desk. "Summarize these reports and prepare a briefing document. I want it on my desk before my 10 AM meeting."
Celeste blinked. "That's in an hour."
Adrian raised a brow. "Then I suggest you get started."
She clenched her teeth but grabbed the files. Fine. If he wanted to act like this, I could handle it.
Or so she thought.
By lunchtime, she had already rewritten two emails three times because Adrian kept finding mistakes. She had taken down minutes for a meeting, only for him to hand them back with a frown.
"Redo it," he said, eyes scanning the paper. "If you can't write proper notes, you shouldn't be in this office."
Celeste clenched her fists. Unbelievable.
She knew she wasn't the best secretary, but he was being impossible.
"Mr. Sinclair," she said through gritted teeth. "You're being unreasonable."
Adrian met her gaze, completely unbothered. "I don't tolerate incompetence in my company, Miss Sinclair. If you can't handle this job, quit."
Celeste stiffened.
He wanted her to quit.
But she wasn't going to give him the satisfaction.
With a forced smile, she grabbed the papers. "I'll fix them."
Adrian smirked slightly but said nothing.
—
By the time the afternoon meeting rolled around, Celeste was exhausted, but she refused to show it.
She followed Adrian into the conference room, her head held high, pretending his presence didn't bother her.
But the moment they walked in, she felt eyes on her.
It wasn't subtle. Several male executives openly glanced at her as she took a seat beside Adrian.
She ignored them, focusing on taking notes—until Adrian suddenly leaned over and whispered, "Change your wardrobe."
Celeste blinked. "What?"
Adrian's expression didn't change. "Your outfit. It's distracting."
Her jaw dropped. "Excuse me?"
He turned back to the meeting as if the conversation was over.
Celeste sat there fuming.
Unbelievable.
He had been treating her like a ghost all day, and now he suddenly commented about what she wore?
Her grip on the pen tightened.
Fine. If he wanted me to change, I'd do it. But not in the way he expected.