Chapter 16: Am I A Secretary?
"Mrs. Si..."
Jordan McAllister swallowed back the rest of his word seeing Talia’s glare while another voice like bass, made her look above.
"Sorry for being late, Ms.Whiteford. Shall we start the meeting?"
Arthur smiled politely but anyone looking at his eyes can see the longing, affection and a slight guilt in his eyes.
He sure was late. If he knew she is still suffering, he’d have come for her earlier. Till now he didn’t want to disturb her because he thought she was living a good life.
Talia looked at the man, way taller than her and sighed internally. She thought he’d be six feet five inches or so tall. Certainly... not seven feet!
Heavens! I thought people grew only until they are eighteen. How did he grow almost a feet tall in a year? And why did he dye his hair? Wasn’t it pretty when it was red?
"I’m amazed, Mr. Sinclair! You sure are amazing... To think you’ve learnt even my name. You deserve to be called ’Your Majesty’ "
Talia said in a polite tone with a divine smile and even bent her knees to do a curtsey. Only Jordan and Arthur heard the sarcasm in her tone.
The club servant being Arthur almost cried, ’Your Highness’ but stopped seeing her shaking her head.
Talia looked at the Emblem of the club and realised this club actually belongs to the Duke of Trenton of Rosandale Empire.