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He would not allow the same thing to happen again, not even for Serenity.



















Chapter Two

AWOMAN RUSHED OUTof the CEO’s office at De Konigh Enterprises, sobbing and sniffing, and the sight of her made everyone at the executive floor pale.

“That makes seven,” Andrea whispered anxiously to her fellow receptionist. In a span of one month, Willem de Konigh had gotten rid of six personal assistants, and the woman hastily gathering her belongings from her desk was likely to be #7.

Rachel started to answer, but then the door to the CEO's office opened again, and she and Andrea quickly ducked their heads as Willem de Konigh himself strode out of the office.

The Dutch billionaire was as immaculately gorgeous as always, his blond hair presenting an exquisite contrast with the dark shade of his custom-fitted suit. In the past, all of the women in the office would vie for the chance to greet the boss first. If they were lucky, they might just be the recipient of one of the billionaire’s famous smiles – tiny, brief, but oh so breathtaking.

But for the past two months now, anyone who wasunluckyenough to draw the CEO’s attention was guaranteed to have their head bitten off.

Even with their heads down, both Rachel and Andrea covertly watched their boss walk past his sobbing P.A., his face hard.

Poor girl,Rachel thought. Beside her, Andrea had sunk down to her knees, hiding behind the reception counter. She started to do the same, only to realize it was too late.

“Rachel.” The billionaire had suddenly stopped next to the counter.

Paling, she croaked out, “Yes, sir?”

“Inform Accounting to give my P.A. one month’s pay then call H.R. to look for a replacement.”

She nodded profusely. “Understood, sir.”

“Thank you.” The billionaire gave her a clipped nod before disappearing into his private elevator.

When the doors slid close, everyone in the floor breathed a sigh of relief. Or rather, almost everyone, since P.A. #7 was still sniffing at her table.

Andrea rushed to the girl, patting her back, murmuring, “There, there, it’s not your fault.”

Number 7 sniffed again. “I don’t know what I did wrong. I just greeted him,‘Good morning, Mr. de Konigh,’and that was it.” The last word came out a wail. “He had this really furious look in his eyes and told me I had broken Rule #1 and was fired.”

“What is Rule #1?” Rachel, having come to join the other employees circled around the just-fired personal assistant, couldn’t help asking curiously.

“Not to call himMr. de Konigh.I was to call him only‘meneer.’And yes, he did tell me that, but—-how was I to know he was that serious about it?”