Chapter 274 Grace Visits the Montague Group Again
Grace bit her lip, staring at him like a deer caught in headlights, her back glued to the door, her whole body screaming "stay away."
Henry noticed her too.
His sharp features showed a flicker of surprise, but he quickly masked it. He set down the diamond ring he was fiddling with, the 5-carat rock sparkling under the light.
Grace couldn't help but glance at it twice.
Henry lowered his gaze, then looked back at her, and in a surprisingly hoarse voice, said, "It's my wife's wedding ring."
He didn't elaborate. Instead, he picked up some documents that had just arrived, all business-like. "Your foreign language and shorthand skills are impressive, but as my personal secretary, there are a few other things you need to know."
Grace was baffled. How did she end up as a personal secretary?
Henry's tone was cold. "You need to be on call 24/7. Besides handling some simple business tasks and scheduling, you also need to manage my lounge, bedroom, and walk-in closet at my villa."
"Every day, you need to pick out my outfits and accessories, and make sure my shirts and trousers are ironed and hung separately. Also, my wife and I have two kids, and sometimes you'll need to take care of them, make snacks, or help with their homework. By the way, Ms. Windsor, do you have a driver's license?" He rattled off a list of demands without any courtesy.
Grace's face turned red and white as she listened. She wasn't dumb; she felt he was doing this on purpose.
What Henry described wasn't a personal secretary's job at all; it sounded more like a wife's duties. She didn't agree and flat-out refused, "Mr. Montague, I can't do what you're asking."
"Can't do it?" Henry raised an eyebrow slightly. He didn't push her but leaned over to press the intercom, speaking in a rather stern voice, "Come and take her away!"
His decisiveness made Grace feel she had misunderstood him. She couldn't help but say, "Mr. Montague, just now..."
Henry cut her off. He leaned back, relaxed in his chair, and said indifferently, "No need to explain. If you don't want this job, just leave. I need to rest now."
He was stern and unfeeling.
Grace then realized she was standing in his company. He was the CEO of the Montague Group, which employed tens of thousands of people, not the rogue who had kissed and touched her in the hotel.
She couldn't stay any longer. Grace opened the door and walked out. Only when she was outside did she feel the oppressive atmosphere lighten a bit.
She didn't know that inside, Henry had been staring at the door, his eyes moistening.
Outside, the supervisor came over and complained to Grace incessantly, "Why didn't you seize such a good opportunity? Do you know how hard it is to find a job now? Do you know how many young girls want to learn from Mr. Montague?"
Grace replied, "I'm not a young girl anymore."
Grace didn't know her past, nor did she remember who she was, but she had faint stretch marks on her lower abdomen. She knew that she must have loved someone and had given birth to a child, or even more.
The supervisor was momentarily speechless. She escorted Grace to the elevator, watched her get in, and then returned to the CEO's office to report.
Henry stood silently, looking down from the floor-to-ceiling window. Hearing the door open, he asked softly, "Is everything arranged with the agency?"
The supervisor replied, "Mr. Montague, rest assured, everything is arranged. At most, in half a month, Ms. Windsor will definitely come back, and by then, she will be willing to stay by your side."
Henry leaned forward, spreading his hands on the glass.
He was dressed in a snow-white shirt and black trousers, with a belt cinching the shirt tightly at the waist, making him look both noble and proper.
His back, his posture, was just irresistibly charming.
After the supervisor finished talking, Henry gave a light smile and said, "You did pretty well on your part. Alright, you can go now."
Once the supervisor left, Henry looked down at Grace, who had appeared below, his eyes filled with longing.
Grace was in a tough spot and couldn't find a job. She had been pinching pennies, but her savings were dwindling fast.
She was desperate, almost unable to afford even a piece of cake.
That night, she called the agency, begging for another interview opportunity.
The person on the other end was checking records and muttering, "You missed such a golden opportunity with the Montague Group. Where else can you find one now? They're all filled up. Oh, by the way, the personal secretary gig at Montague Group is still up for grabs. They've called several times. Don't you want to reconsider? The salary for the personal secretary to the CEO of the Montague Group is $30,000! I want to go myself!"
Grace initially refused, but when she heard the amount, she stammered, "How much did you say?"
The agent replied firmly, "$30,000! And that doesn't include other benefits. They also have housing allowances, transportation..."
Grace replied even more firmly, "I need this job."
The agent was silent for a moment, then said softly, "Shall I arrange it for you? This time, you need to nail it. If you mess up again, you're gonna be on your own!"
Grace promised repeatedly and got the opportunity.
After hanging up, she clasped her hands together, unable to believe her luck. A $30,000 monthly salary. If she worked for three years, she could save up for a small house. If she could find her family and children, they would have a home.
Thinking of that, she began to question herself again, "Who on earth am I?"
On the other side, Henry had already received the news. He tilted his head slightly, his Adam's apple moving. Grace was back. She was slowly coming back to his side.
The next day, Grace came to the Montague Group again.
This time, she was received by Celeste. Grace could tell that Celeste held a high position in the company; everyone who passed by greeted her.
Celeste treated Grace well. As they walked, she said, "Mr. Montague and I went to the same school. I've been working with him for ten years."
Grace nodded.
Celeste took her to get her attire. The standard attire for the secretarial office was a shirt and a knee-length skirt, very form-fitting and of good quality.
After Grace changed into it, Celeste praised, "It's like it was tailor-made for you."
She then checked the time, saying, "I have a team meeting in a bit. You go report to Mr. Montague. He might have some tasks for you. Consider today your first day on the job."
Grace was very surprised. She thought a big company like this would require formal training for two months before starting.
Celeste saw her doubt and smiled faintly, "Mr. Montague personally interviewed you and is very satisfied with you. You can start right away."
Grace doubted it in her mind, 'Is that really so?'
Celeste was in a hurry. She took Grace to Henry's office, opened the door, and left, encouraging her, "I believe you can handle this job."
Grace could only brace herself and smile.
Turning around, she found the office empty, but there was a faint sound from an inner room. Without thinking much, Grace walked over and then froze.
Inside was a lounge. Henry had just woken up from a nap and was standing by the bed, getting dressed. He was only wearing a pair of black briefs.
Even though Grace only glanced quickly, she still saw his lean, tall figure, the six-pack abs on his flat stomach, and the bulge in his briefs, which made her stunned on the spot.