The CEO's Empathy Pregnancy Pains
Chapter 155 She Is My Wife

"Of course, it's me!"

"Me! I was the first one here after Mr. Anderson. This kind of opportunity should obviously go to me!"

"You all want to rub elbows with the upper class? How do you expect to chat with Mr. Smith without some culture?"

"Are you implying we're uncultured and just a bunch of country bumpkins?"

"Hey, you said it, not me. If anyone should go, it's gotta be me. I'm the most educated one here!"

"And how do you know you're the most educated? There's still a new person standing here!"

As they bickered, their eyes landed on Emily.

Emily, of course, wasn't about to fight over this, so she quickly stepped aside and fibbed, "Relax, I'm not as educated as you all, and I don't want to chat with him. You guys go ahead."

With a few fake smiles, Emily picked up her phone and texted Andrew: [Mr. Anderson, is there a spot for me in the secretary's office?]

Seeing it was a message from Emily, Andrew replied instantly: [Of course there is! Mrs. Smith, you can sit wherever you like. If there's really no space, you can take my spot for now. Thank you, Mrs. Smith.]

Seeing this, Emily closed her phone and sat down at Andrew's desk. But this guy was really just like his boss. They were about to get married, and there wasn't a single photo of his girlfriend on the desk. All the photos were of himself at various events or narcissistic selfies.

Birds of a feather flocked together, indeed.

As she silently mocked this, the matter of who would chat with Michael was settled.

Laura Ramirez, the woman who had first spoken to Emily, was the most senior in the secretary's office after Andrew. Naturally, she had the first opportunity to interact with Michael, and the others had to concede.

Watching Laura strut out of the secretary's office, Emily felt a wave of disdain. She then composed herself and turned to help Andrew with the documents on his desk.

Just then, someone else came to stir up trouble. Compared to Laura, this woman was slightly less imposing. In front of Emily, she tried to maintain a facade of calm. But she spoke clearly and logically. After a few rounds with her, Emily couldn't help but wonder, 'What kind of people has Michael hired?'

They were all top graduates from prestigious schools, each with their own style and grace, but they wasted their talents gossiping in the secretary's office all day. No wonder Smith Corporation...

The girl said, "Hey, are you listening to me? If you keep this up, I'll call Mr. Anderson. Do you think you can rule the secretary's office with your looks? Dream on!" Emily retorted, "First, I never said I wanted to rule the office with my looks."

"Second, I was invited by Michael to help out. Calling Andrew won't change a thing. If you have a problem with me, take it up with the CEO's office." "Third, I'm sitting at Andrew's desk with his permission. I don't need to show you our chat records or prove anything to you."

"Fourth, let's focus on working together to create greater benefits for Smith Corporation and assist Mr. Smith, instead of bickering and showing off." As she spoke, Emily gave the woman in front of her a once-over.

This was a workplace, after all. But this girl, Nola Sharp, was dressed... well, let's just say her lace outfit was pretty embarrassing for Smith Corporation. "New girl, what kind of look is that?" Nola noticed Emily's unfriendly gaze and immediately snapped at her.

In an instant, Emily's expression turned icy. Her eyes were like daggers, piercing into Nola's gaze. Nola was startled and quickly looked away.

Emily continued, "Fifth, I have a name. It's Emily Brown."

"Emily Brown?"

"Why does that name sound so familiar?"

"Who knows, it seems like I've heard it somewhere?"

As everyone murmured about how familiar Emily's name sounded, the door to the secretary's office suddenly burst open.

Michael and Laura walked in, one with head held high, the other looking timid.

The women quickly lined up to greet Michael. "Hello, Mr. Smith."

They were all polite and respectful. Only Emily remained seated at Andrew's desk, busy organizing his messy documents, as if she hadn't noticed. Michael also ignored the group and walked straight to Emily.

The women exchanged glances with Laura, who looked like she had just been scolded and was at a loss for words. After all, she hadn't figured out Emily's identity before going to Michael's office.

"Emily, have you had enough?" Standing in front of Emily, Michael asked.

But it didn't sound like a scolding, more like... a doting inquiry.

For a moment, everyone present, except for the couple and Laura, had a bad feeling.

"I'm not messing around, I'm working," Emily responded coldly, her hands still busy.

Seeing this, Michael couldn't help but laugh in exasperation. He didn't bother arguing with Emily and simply pulled her up from the seat. "You were invited by me to help, not by Andrew. You should be organizing my office, not his desk." With that, Michael didn't let go of Emily's hand and turned to say, "Remember the five points she mentioned. And I'll add a sixth: Emily, the woman behind me, is my wife."

The room fell silent, the atmosphere tense. Every smile looked like a stiff mask, and Laura and Nola's faces flushed with embarrassment, frozen in place, wishing they could just vanish.