eople were talking in the tea room. When Sierra Moore walked over, she heard them say, "Have you heard? The new one from the design department came again in the President's car today."

The other curled her lips, obviously disgusted. "She's making it so high-profile on the first day of work. Who doesn't know about it?"

As soon as she finished speaking, someone immediately added, "I saw it when I came up earlier. I saw that she is quite young, but I didn't expect her to do such a thing. I wonder what her parents think of it."

Someone did not believe her and said, "She might have known the President, but she might not have been kept by a sugar daddy, right?"

As soon as she said this, someone laughed at her for being innocent. "If she wasn't kept, would she come to work in President's car every day? Who do you think our President is?"

Someone laughed at her for overestimating herself, "Our President has a high vision. Tell me, haven't there been many women around our President all these years? Which one of them can stay longer by his side?"

"Believe it or not, there really is one who has stayed for a long time."

Another one was naturally gossipy and easily understood, "You mean the famous star, Avery Yates? After all, we are in the same company. When I met her downstairs that day, I asked her for an autograph!"

Someone began to dig up Avery Yates's success story. "The President treats her differently from other women. He escorted her all the way to where she is today. I heard that she was not feeling well last time. The President even specially flew over to see her. Their relationship must be extraordinary."

The evil seed in someone's mind began to swell, "Maybe it is to protect the innocent public image of Avery Yates, so they didnt announce their relationship. Just wait and see! Maybe one day, we will see the news of their marriage with children in the newspaper."

Someone was even more exaggerated, "It might be even more explosive. Isn't it a trend to keep a secret marriage? Do you think that Avery Yates is already our President's wife?"

The others looked at each other and expressed, "I think it's highly possible!"

Sierra Moore's fingers that were holding the cup turned white because she used too much strength. When she heard the sound of footsteps, she finally reacted, turned around, and fled.

For the whole day, the words in her mind related to Nathan Shaw could not disperse for a long time.

At noon, everyone went to the cafeteria to eat. She refused to go because she was afraid to hear those unbearable words again. The most ridiculous thing was that she could not refute what they said.

The mistress of the President and his real girlfriend were all in the same company. How ridiculous was this?

Everyone had left, and she was the only one still in the office. Her lonely shadow was pulling on the window. Fortunately, she had been used to it all these years.

Steven Jones happened to pass by. When he saw her lying on the table without moving, he immediately began to fantasize. He took out his mobile phone and called Nathan Shaw.

"Hey, Nathan, in any case, you are New York's most powerful golden bachelor. You are the target of the desires of thousands of young women and young girls. It's not like you don't have women around you. Do you have to do such a lame thing?"

Nathan Shaw was reading a cooperation agreement. When he heard Steven Jones's words, he directly advised him, "Be good. If you are out of your mind, go back and take medicine."

Steven spoke for a long time, and Nathan Shaw shut Steven Jones's foolish mouth with a single sentence.

Steven Jones was so angry. He glanced at the girl over the glass wall and gloated, "Nathan, tell me the truth. Did you make your girl exhausted when you come home late? Otherwise, why is she lying on the table listlessly and not even eating?"

Nathan Shaw stopped what he was doing. He looked at the phone and clearly understood what Steven Jones meant.

The folder closed with a cracking sound. Nathan Shaw put his phone aside and pressed the secretariat's internal line. "Go to the cafeteria and buy two sets of food."

The one on duty outside was Flora Johnson. As soon as she received the instructions from the President, she immediately went downstairs to buy food.

Nathan Shaw walked to the French window and thought of what Steven Jones had said. He picked up his mobile phone and called Sierra Moore.

The phone rang a few times before it was connected. The voice was a little hoarse. "Hello?"

Nathan Shaw thought that perhaps it was because of what those people said yesterday that she cared a lot. He clearly remembered the loneliness in her eyes when she heard those people mention Jack Lee.

"Come up now."

The president's office was on the forty-third floor, which was common knowledge that every new employee who entered the company had to have.

Sierra Moore did not want to see him at the company at all, especially after hearing those words in the morning.

When she came over dilly-dally, Flora Johnson happened to bring lunch in. When Flora Johnson went out, she saw Sierra Moore and asked with an unhappy face. "Which department are you from? Don't you know that you can't come up on the forty-third floor just like that?"

Sierra Moore looked at this girl who was a few years elder than her. Sierra Moore did not dislike her style. She only explained to her, "I'm here to meet the President."

Flora Johnson obviously hadn't reacted yet. She pulled the corners of her mouth and laughed mockingly, "What a joke. Do you think that anyone can meet the President? You look very pure, but don't try to be whimsical like other women!"

She spoke very directly. Sierra Moore smiled helplessly and said, "The President asked me to come up. If you don't believe me, you can go in and ask."

Hearing this, Flora Johnson felt a little uncertain. She had wondered why Mr. Shaw wanted to eat double sets of food today, but she did not expect that someone would come as soon as she bought the food.

Flora Johnson thought to herself, "Is it really like what was said in the company?"

Flora Johnson was sizing up Sierra Moore. No matter how she looked at Sierra Moore, she felt that Sierra Moore did not look like a mistress. Lisa had just returned at this time.

Lisa recogized Sierra Moore, so she let Sierra Moore in after she asked about the situation.

After Sierra Moore entered, Lisa walked back. She said to Flora Johnson, who was wearing an unbelievable expression, "Remember, next time Miss Moore comes up, you don't need to report it. Just let her in directly."

This was the first time Sierra Moore had entered the president's office. In a trance, she had the illusion that she had come to a single apartment.

The decoration here was very simple. The black and white style gave people a depressing feeling.

Nathan Shaw's huge desk was facing straight the door. In his office, there was a sofa, coffee table, bar counter, refrigerator, bookshelf, and red wine cabinet. It truly was everything-you-name-it.

Nathan Shaw stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling windows. The cigarette on his finger was flashing on red lights, and the cigarette ash had accumulated into a pile.

He seemed to be looking at the scenery outside the window, but in fact, he was counting her footsteps. One step, two steps, three steps...

When the footsteps stopped, Nathan Shaw turned around and looked at the girl standing at the door. He took a deep puff of his cigarette and walked toward her. After passing through the rest area, he pressed the cigarette butt that was about to burn his finger into the ashtray.

He thought to himself, "Since she is unwilling to take this step, then I will do it."

He approached and pulled her hand over.

There was a rectangular glass table next to the window. It was usually a place to read books when he was free. Today, it was temporarily used as a dining table and there were a few boxes on the table.

"What are you doing?" Sierra Moore looked at him in surprise and heard him say, "Sit down and eat with me."

After getting along with him before, Sierra Moore had already figured out his temper. She knew that as long as she followed his instructions, she would be safe and sound, so she sat down obediently and watched as he placed the boxes one by one.

Who could have imagined that the famous Mr. Shaw would do such a thing?

However, compared to his action of cutting the steak that day, his behavior today was a piece of cake. Sierra Moore did not make a fuss.

Because she was in a bad mood, Sierra Moore ate very little. Even if she chewed the food in her mouth, she could not taste what it tasted like.

When Nathan Shaw saw how worried she was, he picked up some food and placed it in her bowl.

Seeing her raise her head, Nathan Shaw said to her with an expressionless face, "Be more focused when you eat."

Sierra Moore bit her fork and glanced at him a few times. She was unable to determine whether he was in a good mood right now.

However, the longer she dragged on dealing with something, the more disadvantageous it would be for her. Thus, Sierra Moore hesitated over and over again, but she still mustered the courage to bring up the request. "There is something I want to discuss with you. I want to move out."

It was rare that he did not lose his temper when he heard this. Sierra Moore carefully looked at his expression. He frowned, and his face also sank a little.

He had long seen that she had something on her mind, but he did not expect her to mention this.

When he heard her say these words, it was inevitable for him to be angry. However, when he saw her look as if she was facing a great enemy, Nathan Shaw suddenly smiled and asked her, "Where do you want to move to?"

Sierra Moore had already thought of an excuse, so she immediately spoke out, "I want to stay closer to the company so that I can go to work more conveniently."

She thought to herself, "The key is that in the future, I won't have to come to the company in your car every day, and I won't become the juicy gossip of others' conversations."

At this point, Nathan Shaw was still not angry. Sierra Moore felt that it was a little suspicious, but she was afraid that he would not agree. She stopped eating and looked at him without confidence.

Seeing her stop eating, Nathan Shaw frowned, but his hands did not stop moving. He added more food to her bowl and said, "You just want to move near the company. Is this your only requirement?"

Sierra Moore nodded. She felt that this man was too dangerous. She only wanted to stay away from him now.

Sierra Moore was still thinking hard about if he refused again, and how she should persuade him. Unexpectedly, Nathan Shaw agreed so readily and even said, "Let's eat first. I will let Lisa handle your residence."

She couldn't believe that he actually agreed. In her joy, Sierra Moore finally had some appetite. She lowered her head and ate all the dishes he picked up for her.

It was almost time to go to work after lunch. Sierra Moore remembered that the proposal for the new brand had not been finished, so she went back with her belly full.

Behind her, Nathan Shaw sat in front of the window and looked at her. A cunning light flashed in his eyes. He thought to himself, "You only said that you wanted to move out, but you didn't say that you wouldn't live with me."

Nathan Shaw picked up the phone and ordered, "Lisa, get someone to tidy up the flat in Gracewood Estates. Yes, deal with it as soon as possible."

Although Lisa didn't know what the Presdient was up to, she immediately carried it out after receiving the order. She called the cleaning company and asked them to send people to clean it up.

That apartment had been empty for a long time. After getting it cleaned up, Lisa had to find someone to purify the air. She also had to find someone to check on the water, electricity, and gas supply to ensure that the President could move in at any time.