Hiding Her Identity, She Joined Her Husband's Company

On my first day at work, I called my Boss as ‘husband,’ making my colleagues shocked.

However, the dismissal I had imagined did not come. Instead, my life became more and more comfortable.

One day, I was taking a nap at my workstation when two colleagues woke me up by chatting.

"The Boss lady does nothing at her workstation every day. What was more, she's actually cheating on her ‘husband.’"

I leaned over and asked, "What do you mean, girl?"

My colleague grumbled, "You ask us about the good things you did yourself?" 

At the same time, Mr. Hoover said coldly behind me, "Elizabeth, are you cheating on me?"

What, me?

I was slacking off at work when my Boss, Houston Hoover, patted me on the shoulder and said, "Elizabeth, there's an ugly man at the door."

"Thank you for letting me know, Mr. Hoover," I answered, breathed a sigh of relief and walked out the door.

My ex-boyfriend, Denis Vaughn, brought a three-year-old girl and looked at me with a flattering face.

"Elizabeth, you finally came out," he said.

"If you have something to say, just say," I answered while looking at him impatiently.

Denis's face turned pale for a moment, but then he said, "Elizabeth, I'm divorced. Do you want to be with me now?

"I know you're afraid of pain, so you don't have to give birth to a child for me, since I already have a daughter. What’s more, my wife left with nothing, so the house she bought will be ours. It fits the three of us after all."

I tried hard to hold back my nausea and answered, "Denis, I no longer have any feelings for you. Just leave if you know what's best for you."

He came forward and grabbed my hand. Fortunately, my Boss called the security guard in time to take him away.

"You're welcome. I'll deduct 5 points for being absent for half an hour." 

Before I could even thank him, he left in a cool manner.

When Houston turned around, the group of colleagues, who were blocking the door and eavesdropping, were frightened and scattered like birds.

At noon, when I was taking a nap at my workstation, I was woken up by the sound of my colleagues chatting, again.

"Our Boss Lady is truly a God."

"How to say?"

"Mr. Hoover tolerated this lady slacking off and dozing off in the office every day, but today she cheated on him right in front of him."

"Yes, even both the wild man and the illegitimate daughter have come to the office shamelessly."

Oh! It turned out that the Boss’s wife is in our office. I really didn’t recognize her.

So, I scratched my ears and poked my head out, asking, "Where is the Boss Lady? Why can't I see her?"

The colleagues looked at each other and then laughed. One of them explained while pointing at me, "The Boss Lady we meant is here. We were just joking. Please don't take it seriously, Elizabeth."

"I'm not…."

Before I finished speaking, Houston's chilling voice came from behind me, "Elizabeth, I heard that you cheated on me?"

"How dare I cheat on you? All I think about every day is how to make the company prosper and how to make great contributions to the company."

Houston didn't look at me but cleared his throat and looked at my colleagues, "Listen carefully, if you see that my wife is having secret meetings with other men again, tell me directly. No worries, you will be rewarded for it. I don’t want to be a cuckold after all."

What the hell was going on there? 

I was totally confused.

After thinking for ten minutes, I took a document that did not require Houston's signature and knocked on his office door.

"Elizabeth, you came just in time. But you haven't come to me to settle the score for the slander you made against me today, right?"

I looked at him in shock, asking, "Mr. Hoover, didn't you just refute the rumor yourself?"

He looked at me with a gloomy and unhappy expression. But, instead of answering my question, he asked back, "I asked you to recruit a Personal Assistant, why haven't you hired one in half a year?"

As expected of the Boss, his thinking was so jumping.

"Mr. Hoover, 56 people came for the interview, aren't you satisfied with all of them?"

"Okay, then you've ruined my reputation in the entire company today, so I'll punish you by making you my Personal Assistant. So that you don't have to flirt with other men under my nose," he said while tapping the documents on the table with a pen in his hand.

I couldn't help laughing out loud, nagging, "Mr. Hoover, I just damaged your pure and flawless reputation, why are you still giving me a promotion and a raise? Isn't the salary of a Personal Assistant three times what I have now?"

Houston curled his lips and smiled, saying, "Well, your promotion does not include a pay raise."

I returned to my workstation with a blank expression. On the other hand, the group, which had no news for half a year, suddenly became active.

"Did you see that the Boss Lady just went to the Boss’s office for half an hour and came back."

"So, what?"

"She came back with her hair all messy and a blank look in her eyes. It must be...."

"Oh my God! Wait, if it is Mr. Hoover, why is it only half an hour?"

They were discussing so intensely that no one noticed I was still in the group.

I felt sad but I couldn’t quit the group.

The next day, when my colleagues found out that I had become Houston’s Personal Assistant and was moving upstairs to work, the group exploded again.

"The Boss is afraid of being cheated on, so he arranged for the Boss Lady to supervise him personally?"

"I think it's more convenient for the two of them to do something unspeakable. Hey, doesn't the company prohibit office romances?"

“Well, those who understand will understand.”