The Billionaire’s Secret Quartet novel Chapter 92

"Actually, yesterday I..." Thalassa was about to explain that she had been cleaning Mr. Sinclair's office when she accidentally witnessed Faye confessing her feelings to Lysander.

"So, you skipped work yesterday morning, and in the afternoon when I asked you to clean up the top floor, guess what you did? You cleaned everywhere except Mr. Sinclair's office. Are you planning to quit? Let me tell you, I personally check every day after work. I can tell at a glance whether you've cleaned or not. Don’t even think of slacking off!"

Before Thalassa could finish, Noreen beat her to the punch. Hands on hips, she shot her questions with a scrutinizing gaze.

Taken aback, Thalassa blinked. It turned out she and director Noreen were talking about two different things.

She quickly backtracked, explaining, "No, director Noreen, Mr. Sinclair was working in his office all afternoon yesterday. I didn't want to disturb him, so I didn't go in to clean."

"That excuse is acceptable. But from now on, you need to wait until Mr. Sinclair leaves, then you can clean his office and call it a day."

Thalassa was taken aback. "What if Mr. Sinclair works overtime?"

"Then you work overtime too. Overtime is paid separately. If you ever leave without cleaning Mr. Sinclair's office again, I'll dock half a month's pay!" Noreen laid down the law.

Thalassa managed a bitter smile. "Director Noreen, there might be other solutions..."

"I think this is the most feasible. It's settled." Noreen said, turning on her heel and leaving.

Thalassa was helpless.

From now on she had to wait for Lysander to leave the company before she could.

Who knew if he was a workaholic, working late into the night every day!

If that was the case, she would have to work late into the night too.

That was impossible. She wanted to go home early every day, hold her children, and go to bed early.

Feeling down, Thalassa went to the top floor to sweep. As she was mopping, a pair of high heels appeared in front of her mop.