Aloof CEO's; Charming Secretary 202 How May I Help You?

Ryan gritted his teeth, Whichever company they tried any such tricks, took their bait. He never expected to be rejected and upon that she even found that they weren't interested in collaboration.

"So the famous witty a.s.sistant Ryan Wilson is lost to a President who started working from just one and a half years ago... Such a disgrace." Arlo mocked Ryan.

"Ryan! Go to your room and sleep now. I have some work and... I am going to Harley corporation tomorrow." Arlo sent Ryan out and closed the study room.

Ryan went to Arlo's grandmother Olivia's room to check if she slept or not. Seeing her awake, he went in after a knock. "Grandmother!"

"Ryan! Come here." Olivia kept her book aside and called Ryan inside.

Ryan went and sat next to Olivia, "Your grandson mocked me because of a girl." Ryan started complaining.

"Girl?" Her eyes twinkled and she ignored Arlo mocking.

"Grandmother" Ryan dragged it long.

"Don't worry, I will take his cla.s.s. Now tell me about the girl." Olivia comforted him but still hang on the girl.

Ryan shook his head in resignation and explained everything to Olivia. Latter chuckled after hearing completely.

"You guys aren't planning to destroy Harley corporation, right?" Olivia asked.

"I don't think so. The handsome demon was smiling after reading the rejection." Ryan replied.

They were talking for some more time when Ryan heard study room door opening and closing, He ran off to his room to escape from Arlo.

Arlo entered Olivia's room which was on the same floor. He helped her to lay down first and sat next to her, "Darling, Sleep on time."

Olivia nodded and watched her grandson, "I heard about a girl from Ryan."

"Do you still say he is not sycophant?" Arlo rolled his eyes.

"I wanted to know about a girl who I met recently but in the process, I met one more interesting girl that is President Harley."

"So which one do you like?" Olivia asked.

"Oh ho, Darling, You are thinking too much. Be good and sleep. Goodnight." Arlo kissed her hands and left the room.

He knew very well how old people's brain works. To avoid her stop talking about girlfriend, relations.h.i.+p and marriage topic, he escaped from there.

The next day Arlo went to Harley corporation. As soon as he entered, women who were inside and who were entering started moving like a snail watching him.

He was in a blank windbreaker, jeans pants, a white T-s.h.i.+rt with shades on. He had perfectly sculpted tall figure, his wispy black hair reached till his ear. He walked with long strides as if nothing can bother him in this world.

All swooned over him and many started to gossip about him, someone uploaded his picture in employees group chat to know if he worked in Harley. Some even tried to strike a conversation to which he didn't care and reached the reception area.

Both receptionists were lovestruck looking at him as both were keeping their hands-on chest and were in a daze. Arlo knocked on the table to get them back to reality. "Sir, How may I help you?"

The receptionist's voice was very sweet and kept her head tilted slightly.

"I want to meet President Harley." Arlo's voice was crisp and clear.