A declaration

"Would you hang in a second for God's sake?" Yvette spoke up behind him, but that was a bit louder than the usual talk, and the entire almost empty floor with eerie silence made it way louder than it already was, making it seem like she was shouting at him. Everyone who had been working quietly at their own task suddenly turned to stare at her with a puzzled expression.

"S-Sorry," Yvette lowered her voice, glancing down at her toes, embarrassed by her act just now.

"I didn't expect you to be having less mannerism, or should I say less common sense?" Irvyn continued to move in front of her as she spoke. But he slowed his pace, so that she doesn't end up falling way too behind. "Be a bit faster, we are running late."

"For what to be exact?" Yvette muttered under her breath, but didn't dare to be loud. She simply kept trailing after him.

Irvyn entered the elevator, and held the door open for her. Once she was inside, he pressed the button for the 11th floor. Yvette silently watched the numbers going down slowly, and it was within seconds that they reached the 11th floor.

When the elevator door opened, she was surprised to see so many people there. They were running from one table to the next, carrying a lot of papers. Some of them were talking to someone else, while others were busy writing something on the paper they were holding.

Irvyn acknowledged them with a short nod before shifting his attention to Yvette. "You did just state that this is your ideal place of employment, right? Do you now have an idea of what the inside of it appears to be like?"

Yvette took a second look at his previous statements. In point of fact, this revelation stunned her. The more polished and sophisticated 'Midnight Glam' appears from the outside, the busier the atmosphere appears to be on the inside. In reality of course, in order to realize a well polished work of art, a great deal of work must come before it.

However, her surprise did not even come anywhere from her disappointment, anxiety, or any other unpleasant emotion. At least according to Irvyn's assumption, it should have. To his astonishment, though, Yvette's eyes had a gleam of excitement in them, as if she had been anticipating this much of a frenetic and workaholic environment from the very beginning. Her eyes conveyed the depth of her affection for this place and the passion with which she cherished the pursuit of her ambition. As if it weren't an office at all, but rather a temple, a temple in which her god resides.

Irvyn couldn't help but say, "Strange," under his breath.

"Huh?" Yvette moved her gaze in his direction but was unable to exactly make out his remark.

He cleared his throat and responded, "Ahem, nothing," thus evading the issue. After that, he took a few steps forward, leaving the girl who was completely taken aback behind him, and he addressed everyone who was there.

"I must now make a public announcement about something. Or, if you like, let me call this an introduction." His words caused a mild commotion among the people, at the same time that everyone started actually noticing the lady standing next to their CEO. She was looking like an enthusiastic child who had just arrived at a theme park for the first time, despite the fact that her posture and mannerisms were not those of an uncouth person.

"This woman right here. I want each and every one of you to be familiar with her and to regard her in the same way that you respect either myself or my secretary." Irvyn refocused his attention on Yvette and held out his hand to her. As soon as she noticed the hand, she swiftly wiped the glee off of her eyes and resumed the courteous manner that she had been previously portraying. She did not show the slightest sign of reluctance as she placed her hand on top of his, allowing him to take hold of her hand. And it wasn't until he had her hand that he pulled her closer to him and allowed her to stand next to him.

"Everyone, allow me to introduce you to Mrs. Yvette Irvyn Collins, the lady CEO of Midnight Glam."

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Yvette choked on saliva as a result of his abrupt declaration. She was taken aback when he introduced her to everyone in his office on the very first day of their working together as husband and wife. She was in no way prepared for what was about to happen. She cast a quick glimpse at her clothing and mentally berated herself a gazillion times, at the very least. Someone who is supposed to be the CEO's wife should not be seen wearing that bright yellow top and blue skirt combination in any manner, shape, or form. It is completely unacceptable. It does not matter how prominent the CEO is, and despite the fact that no one would risk speaking ill of them behind their back, this is just not it.

As soon as the idea entered her head, she began to experience a gradual rise in self-consciousness. As a result of her anxiety, her hands began to shake, and she became aware of the murmuring that was emanating from the crowd. People were speaking in low voices to the individual standing next to them. Certainly, it had something to do with the unexpected revelation that the boss had made, and who knows, maybe it was incessant criticism about her demeanor and the way she was dressed.