In the president's office of the headquarters of the Leinster Group—
Yvonne's hands were empty.
Because Zachary was carrying all her things.
In order to avoid suspicion, he parents did not directly enter the core floor of the Leinster Group.
Yvonne followed Zachary to the top floor by elevator. The large and empty French windows were splendid and simple. She couldn't help but sigh. They were all in the same building, but Zachary was living a life completely different from that of ordinary people downstairs.
He was at the peak.
"What are you waiting for?"
"Oh."
She walked over and suddenly felt that something was wrong.
"Isn't this the way to your office? Where is my station?"
"That red desk."
"What the hell?"
Yvonne was dumbfounded.
She was the assistant of Zachary, not the daughter of his!
What was the small table next to his desk?
"Don't I have my own station?"
