The Day I Kissed An Older Man by Cher the Cherished

Fortunately, after investigating, she found out that Sherman never had any other woman and was faithful over the years.
Claire was confident that she, and only she, had been in his heart all those years. Still, whenever Claire wanted to take the
relationship further, Sherman always pushed her away indifferently. Claire understood that he wanted to punish her, but had it not
been long enough?
Another argument ended between them, leaving Claire exhausted. She took a step back in surrender and said, "Fine, fine, fine.
Let's leave it at that. I know it's my fault. I wanted to make you happy today, but i turned out to be the opposite. I won't say
anything more. I'll go back now. There's a charity event this Sunday. I'll save you your usual seat."
Sherman remained silent. It was not until she was about to leave that he asked, "The seat you saved for me last time-was it
really number 008?"
"What?" Claire turned sharply, thinking Sherman had found out about the mistake the staff made last time. She forced a smile
and said, "Of course. I wouldn't make such a trivial mistake."
Sherman frowned. "Maybe your staff made a mistake but didn't tell you. Rita isn't the type to lie about this kind of thing."
Claire's face darkened instantly. "Are you questioning me for the sake of a woman you just met a few days ago? Have I ever
made a mistake in all the times I saved you that seat? I can't believe you're questioning me just because that woman bought a
ticket from a scalper so she could sit next to you! Sherman, we've known each other for so many years. When have you ever
seen me make a mistake when it comes to dance?"
Sherman decided to drop the topic, given how forceful Claire was being. He could only nod vaguely and say, "Got it. You should
go back now."
Sherman had complete trust in Rita for some reason. Perhaps it had something to do with her profession.
Seeing his unwillingness to continue
the conversation, Claire sighed and had no choice but to leave. It was only when she walked past Luey's office that she put on a
bright smile again.
"Lucy, thank you for your hard work. Here, I got you some pastries."
"Oh, it's nothing. I'm just doing my job, but thank you, Miss Claire," Lucy replied.

Lucy did not have any other reaction other than that. After all, she knew Claire would soon start probing into Sherman's personal
life again. As Sherman's secretary, she knew what erall,
to and what not to say. After all,
Sherman was the one paying her
salary.
"Yeah... I'm not sure about that. I'm just a secretary, so I don't know where Mister Sherman goes after work," replied Lucy.
Claire gritted her teeth as she pressed on. "Can't you smell if there's another woman's perfume on him?"
"I'm sorry, Miss Claire, but I don't get
as close to Mister Sherman as you might think. If you want to know, you can smell him for yourself. That might be faster than
asking me Lucy replied, maintaining a professional smile despite her impatience.
Over the years, she had grown accustomed to the constant tug-of-war between Sherman and Claire. However, she still had no
idea what Sherman's intentions were.
'Is this woman really going to be Mister Sherman's wife? She seems rather neurotic. She definitely won't make a suitable match
to Mister Sherman,' thought Lucy.
After several minutes of fruitless questioning, Claire tossed her hair and arrogantly left the Sherman's office.
Lucy breathed a sigh of relief. Being the secretary to the company president was no easy task, thus she did not feel guilty about
being paid a high salary.