Let Me Go My Mafia Husband (Aria and Alessandro) novel Chapter 444

Chapter 444 Want You In My Meal
Mia's POV.

When I applied for the job and went in for the interview, I already knew it was Logan Mancini's company. Fortunately, I was chosen among the applicants. I was desperate for employment, as my family relied on me for

financial support. Recently, my father had been diagnosed with cancer, and we needed substantial funds for his treatment.

Despite being a fresh graduate without any prior experience, the Mancini group offered an excellent salary, which was a significant relief for me.

Today, I felt a wave of nervousness wash over me as I prepared to face Logan Mancini, my new boss. With a pounding heart, I mustered the courage to step into his office.

His initial demeanor startled me; it was rather rude. However, as soon as his gaze fell upon me, his expression changed, and his voice softened, carrying a gentler tone.

He rose from his seat with an air of surprise, making his way towards me. It was evident that my presence as his secretary caught him off guard. After all, I had been the one consistently ignoring his advances and attempts to connect.

"Mia?" he called my name, his tone filled with disbelief as he took in the sight before him.

"Yes, Mr. Mancini?" I replied hesitantly, unsure of how he would react.

"So, you... I mean, you're my new secretary?" he asked, shaking his head and letting out a chuckle.

"Apologies if you were expecting someone else," I quipped, unable to resist mocking him, though I couldn't quite comprehend why I was playing along with him like this.

"No, this is even better than what I imagined," he replied, grinning mischievously.

Curiosity piqued, I shifted gears, adopting a more professional demeanor. "So, what are your next instructions for me?" I inquired, emphasizing my commitment to working diligently and striving to build my career.

"Just go through my schedule and help me organize each and every meeting. Maria has caused enough trouble by messing them up," Mr. Mancini instructed.

"Right away, Mr. Mancini," I replied, swiftly turning on my heel and making my way towards the door.

"It's Logan to you," he corrected me, causing me to pause and face him. "But you're my boss," I stated, raising an eyebrow in confusion.

He shook his head and sighed. "Yeah, you're right."

"May I take your leave then?" I asked him, seeking permission to proceed. He simply nodded. Turning once again, I grasped the doorknob, opened the door, and made my way back to my desk.

Switching on the computer, I noticed some files already placed on my desk, likely created by his previous secretary. Logging into the system, I discovered that his schedules were in complete disarray.

I would have to work hard to get his meetings back on track.

"Okay, Mia, time to get started." I encouraged myself, preparing to dive into the task at hand.

As the hours dragged on, the ever-growing pile of tasks on my desk seemed insurmountable. Glancing at my watch, I realized that the day had flown by, and it was already lunchtime. Yet, the sheer volume of work left me doubtful if I could accomplish everything in a single day. A weariness settled upon me, and I let out a heavy sigh, reluctantly accepting that I

would have to sacrifice my lunch break to keep plowing through my responsibilities.

Lost in this overwhelming state of mind, the sharp ring of the landline on my desk startled me. I quickly answered the call, not wanting to keep anyone