Breaking Free, Loving Again -The Flash Marriage with Mr. CEO

Arwen's pencil strokes paused a little as she glanced up to look up at the girl. Giving her an amused smile, she shook her, "Of course, you aren't, Mia. Come on, come in," she said and then turned back to resume her sketch.

Mia hesitated a little, but after Arwen said that she wasn't disturbing, she entered the cabin, closing the door behind her.

Mia was Arwen's secretary and had been with her since the day Arwen first stepped into Davies Empire. Given how little Arwen frequented the company, she might know her boss very well, but she definitely knows her better than anyone else in the company.

To her, Arwen was simple yet mysterious —the more she felt she had known her, the more she felt the need to know her.

Mia's gaze was still on Arwen's face for a moment. The curl that lifted her lips looked so pleasant that for a second, Mia forgot to look away.

"You aren't disturbing anything important, Mia."

Arwen's voice snapped the secretary out of her trance and she blinked. While Arwen raised her eyes once again to glance at her, "You can tell me what you are here for."

"Ma'am, you look beautiful when you smile like that," Mia said, not keeping her thoughts in her heart.

And those words caught Arwen with slight surprise. "Smile like what?" she asked before shrugging with nonchalance. "Haven't I been smiling like this always?"

Mia hesitated for a moment but then shook her head.

"Then how was I before? I am sure I used to smile here —not much, but at least a few times."

Arwen never put on airs. Though she had both power and position, she believed that treating people with the respect they deserved would earn jet more strength than arrogance ever could. From the start, she had kept herself humble enough to learn from others and encouraging enough to teach them.

And that was something greatly appreciated by everyone. People started respecting her —not just for the title but for her work and character.

"You did use to smile, Ma'am, but it wasn't the way you were smiling just now." Read latest stories on My Virtual Library Empire

Mia sounded so certain that Arwen couldn't bring herself to doubt her. How could her smile have changed? Hadn't it always been the same?

In the end, she didn't ask her to elaborate on it further. Coughing lightly, she cleared her throat and simply changed the topic of their discussion.

Gazing at the file in her hand, she asked, "You were here for something?"

As if Mia was suddenly reminded of what she was here for, she looked down at the file in her hand and nodded. "Oh yes, Ma'am," she said, before hesitating a bit again. "This isn't important but…" Her voice trailed off and Arwen could tell that the girl was reconsidering voicing her thoughts.

Her gaze narrowed a little and she kept down the pencil. "Mia, have I ever scolded you for speaking out your heart?" she asked and the young secretary shook her head. "Then why are you hesitating so much today? Tell me what is it," she then tilted her chin and gestured towards the file she had been holding in her hand. "And what's there in that file?"

Mia gazed back at the file in her hand. Her eyes held hope but not confidence. "Ma'am, my file has a plan report made by my sister," she said softly, and Arwen raised her brows in surprise.

"Your sister?" she repeated before asking, "She is also working with us?"

Mia nodded. "She joined us six months ago," she informed before continuing, " but she is still very young."

Arwen understood the modesty and smiled. "She is young yet she was able to come up with a plan, she must truly be a great talent. Great to have here with us," she said as she extended out her hand.

Mia looked confused, staring at Arwen's hand like she couldn't understand her.

"What?" Arwen asked, "Didn't you bring it for me to see? Now that I have praised her, you couldn't be thinking of sending her to our competitor?"

Mia quickly shook her head. "Definitely not, Ma'am. It's just that I feel like it's too early to praise her." She then slowly handed the file, saying, "She is still young and has a lot to learn. Like every elder sister, I felt like she was talented and brought her idea to you … I know I shouldn't have done this. I am —"

Before she could apologize, Arwen stopped her.

"Save those words for the later. For now, I will take this and give it a read." She then took the file from Mia's hand and kept it on one side. "If your sister is truly as talented as I believe she might be, there is no way I would let myself —or the Davies Empire —miss out on such potential."

Mia felt overwhelmed. She never thought it would be so easy. But then again, she should have known. Arwen had always encouraged them all to put forth their best efforts, and in return, she had promised to make sure that every effort got the chance to shine.

Arwen smiled as she glanced at Mia. "Oh yes, I was about to give a call earlier, anyway," she said getting reminded of something. "I wanted to ask you and see what all I have in my plans today. I am almost done with the meeting and have also signed the papers that needed my signatures. So, is it done for the day or am I missing out on something?"

Mia thought for a brief moment and then replied. "You have done all that was on your list, Ma'am. You can leave for the day. The remaining that are left, I will take care of it."

"Oh that's great then," Arwen nodded, mentioning under her breath. "I have plans for later. Then I will leave for it on time."

Mia smiled, as her gaze went back to stare at the diary on which Arwen was working earlier. And the moment, she saw the sketch on it, she paused to ask, "Ma'am, you can also draw?"

Arwen caught her gaze and immediately realized what she must be asking about. "Since I have nothing to do, I was just doing something."

"Ma'am, would mind if I ask if you are drawing your husband?" she asked and Arwen turned to look at the sketch before glancing back at her.

"Wait, don't tell me you recognize him from his handsome looks?" she chuckled, and it took Mia a moment to understand what she meant by that. "Sigh, I have to do something of his look. See, I could even stop myself from drawing him."@@novelbin@@