“You’ve already lost two minutes just thinking about it.


    ”


    Hilliard instantly sprang to his feet and headed for the tea room to brew coffee.


    Inside, colleagues chatted while sipping tea.


    Their attention was instantly drawn to Hilliard’s cold and handsome face as he entered.


    They began to whisper to each other.


    Hertha Hayes, the head of the sales team, couldn’t hide her admiration.


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    “Is that Miss Turner’s new secretary? He’s so good-looking and well-built.


    I’m smitten.


    ”


    Other girls encouraged her, “Well then, go tell him! I heard he’s single.


    Seize the chance before others do!”


    “But he might not be wealthy since he’s just a secretary.


    He’s most likely from a poor background.


    Considering that, you’d better think it over,” came a cautious voice.


    Hertha retorted, “Who cares if he’s not rich? I have money.


    I can take care of him.


    Oh, just look at him! Look at his face and body!


    He doesn’t need to work.


    He just needs to please me!”


    The other girls all giggled and gave her a nudge toward Hilliard.


    “What are you waiting for? Go for it! Good luck!”


    Hertha stumbled forward, nearly falling onto Hilliard, who was absorbed in making coffee.


    Though his head was bent, he heard all they just said.


    As she was about to fall, he quickly sidestepped just in time, avoiding a collision.


    Hertha’s nose met the coffee machine, nearly causing her nose to bleed.


    Throughout the incident, Hilliard didn’t nce her way, keeping his focus on stirring the coffee.


    Hertha rubbed her nose to relieve the pain.


    She was totally ignored by him.


    Feeling mortified, she turned around, ready to rejoin her colleagues.


    But thedies at the nearby table urged her with fervent winks, encouraging her not to give up so easily.


    They believed Hilliard might simply be shy.


    Hertha stood still, unsure of what to do as nerves got the best of her.


    Summoning her courage, she approached Hilliard and muttered, “Mr.


    Simmons, do you have any ns for tonight? Would you like to join me for dinner?”


    For women who didn’t pique his interest, Hilliard just dismissed them with indifference.