I'm a weak woman

''Miss Jones.'' 

Recognizing the voice, Elvina stiffened. 

It couldn't be that he heard their conversation, right? 

She slowly turned around and glanced at the man who was standing near the glass door. 

It was none other than Archer's secretary–Noah. 

Elvina wondered if heard her claiming how she was close to Archer and insinuating how she got the job by climbing the ladder, ''Uh... Secretary Noah, when did you come here?" 

''A while ago,'' the man said. 

Noah looked like the delicate kind of man, quite pretty at that and if placed in a garden, he would play the Jasmine. 

What about Archer? What flower would he play? 

Ugh... She forced his thoughts out of her head almost instantly as they invaded her mind. Was it the time for her to play flower-flower with him? 

She had important matters to tend to.

''I see,'' was all she could say, not knowing whether Noah was going to expose her little lies.