"She is interesting!"

Maurice laughed.

He had seen a lot of women, but few were like her who neither despised nor fawned on the others. She wasn't flirtatious or aloof.

He even thought that the way she smoked was heroic.

"I can see that you haven't fired her yet,"

Cyril remarked.

Sighing, Aaron turned around to look at the busy traffic on the street. "She is diligent and has done a good job so far. I can’t find a fault of hers. How am I supposed to fire her?"

He was bugged by it too. Much as he wanted her gone, he didn't think it was right to dismiss somebody over nothing.

"It will cost you. Believe me."

After that, Cyril left the balcony.

Maurice was puzzled at what was going on. "What did he mean?

She is a spy?"

Aaron patted him on the shoulder and walked inside too.

Alyssa wasn’t familiar with her colleagues yet. Nor was she close to anyone. Most of them were dancing. She sat there alone, bored to tears.

She watched the others dance for a while and then made her way to the snack area.

Just then, Callum walked over to her in a gray suit, emitting a mature, stately aura. He wasn't as arrogant as Aaron, but they were both aloof.

"Alyssa, would you like to dance with me?" Callum asked.

Alyssa looked at him incredulously, doubting that he simply just wanted to dance with her.

"I can't dance,"

she replied as she held her head high.

"Oh, it's okay. Later, our CEO is going to pick his dance partner by drawing lots. Why don't I help you out by making you the lucky employee?"

Callum said, his words dripping with blood. Hearing this, Alyssa walked over to him with a giant smile on her face and lay her left hand on his shoulder. "Callum, actually, I’m quite good at dancing,"

she confessed, giving in to his power.

Callum put his arm around her waist and led her to the dance floor. During the dance, Alyssa stepped hard on his foot on purpose to vent her anger at him for setting her up.

After that, she felt much better and began gossiping about her boss. "Who is that handsome man over there?

He seems close to Mr. Gu. Is he really our boss’ boyfriend?" she asked Callum.

"Why don’t you go ask him in person since you are so curious?"

He didn't answer her until he let go of her and swirled her once.

"I’m not that desperate to know."

They danced and talked and argued. Alyssa was out-going and chatty. She had once gone to buy some fruit in a grocery store, and she talked with the old lady working at the fruit stand for half an hour. She was perky and adorable, always smiling. Meanwhile, she was naughty and shrewd. Talking with her, one would never get bored.

Pamela swirled the wine in her glass, her gaze falling on Aaron, who was talking with Cyril and Maurice while holding a glass of wine. His black hand-made suit set off his good figure. He was always like a star in the crowd no matter where he was.

Pamela drained her glass, flushing under the light. With a charming smile, she walked over to Aaron.

"Mr. Gu, may I dance with you?" she asked Aaron.

She was a beauty and a powerful woman in the company. Aaron couldn't just turn her down.

"Certainly,"

Aaron said, extending his hand. Pamela smiled and placed her hand on his palm.

In fact, she had been his dance partner every year in the past few years. She liked him. Every employee in JK Group knew it.

They also thought that if there was one person who was good enough to dance with their boss, it would be Pamela. They looked perfect for each other.