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The morning sunlight spilled over the glass facade of the Drake Technology Tower, refracting into a dazzling display of light.
I stood in front of the building, taking a deep breath as last night's argument with my father echoed in my mind: "You have no idea what you're doing, Lucy!"
When the receptionist looked up at me, there was a flicker of surprise in her eyes, but she quickly regained her professional smile. "Miss Lucy Smith, here is your ID badge. Secretary Linda is already waiting for you."
"Thank you." I took the badge, trying to project a bit more confidence.
The sound of high heels approached, and Linda walked gracefully toward me. She wore a beautifully tailored champagne-colored suit and heels that must have been ten centimeters high. A sweet smile graced her lips, but her eyes were as cold as a snake's.
"Welcome to Drake Technology," her voice was soft as a feather. "I am President Mark Drake's personal assistant."
"Hello, Miss Linda." I nodded with a smile, but caught a glimpse of disdain on her face as she turned away.
Linda led me through the open office area and directly to a small cubicle piled high with documents. "This is all the information for Project A. You need to complete a preliminary analysis by the end of the day."
"So much material..." I said instinctively.
"What? Do you find it too difficult?" Linda raised an eyebrow. "Miss Smith, if you feel overwhelmed, it's not too late to back out now."
"No, I can do this." I gritted my teeth.
"Good. By the way, there's a project meeting at three this afternoon." She turned elegantly to leave. "I hope you can surprise us."
I looked at the thick stack of documents on the desk, fully aware that this was an impossible task. However, I said nothing and quietly opened my computer to begin working.
Just as I was immersed in data analysis, the office area suddenly fell silent.
Mark Drake appeared at the end of the corridor, dressed in a meticulously tailored black suit. His silver hair shimmered in the sunlight, and he exuded an aura that kept others at a distance.
"President," Linda immediately approached him, her high heels clicking as she hurried over. "Miss Smith has already started working on Project A."
Drake's gaze lingered on me for a second, his deep-set eyes seemingly hiding an emotion I couldn't decipher.
During lunch, I chose to stay at my workstation to continue working when suddenly a document was snatched from my hands.
"Project analysis should start from the overall framework," Drake's voice came from above me, laced with a hint of amusement. "Not get bogged down in the details."
I looked up in surprise, but he had already turned and left, leaving behind a concise analysis framework on my desk.
In the afternoon meeting, I reorganized the project ideas according to his suggestion. "Starting from market demand, we should first determine the product positioning..."
Linda's expression gradually darkened while Drake showed a hint of approval.
"Very good," Drake said calmly as the meeting concluded. "Keep it up."
As I walked out of the conference room, I happened to overhear Linda on the phone at the end of the corridor. "Don't worry, I've already got those materials. They will be ready by tomorrow..."
My heart raced as I hurried away from the corridor.
While waiting for the elevator, Drake suddenly appeared beside me. In the confined space, the faint scent of his cologne lingered in the air.
"Lucy," he said suddenly, his voice deep and magnetic, "remember, some things are not as simple as they seem on the surface."
As the elevator doors opened, I turned to look at him, but all I caught was the sight of him turning away.
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