Become the Wife of A CEO

Solrace Corporation?

Clara froze, turned around and saw Darren looking at herself with an emotionless face.

“Mr. Kirkland,” she said, trying to look calm, “I’m not feeling very well today. Do you think you could ask some else to do it?”

“No.” Darren made his tone official and businesslike. “This is our second interview for the chief executive of Solrace. You interviewed him before, so you should know him better. It’s better that you come with me.”

Clara frowned.

Interviewing Horace with Darren?

It would be crazy of her to do that!

“But I’m really sick. I’m afraid that I will mess it up. Sara and the folks were there with me during our first interview, so it will be the same for them to do it.”

“Clara Selman,” Darren lost his patience and said coldly, “Do you wanna lose your job?”

GLAM was a company with an open office, where all the members shared the office desks and sat together except for editor-in-chief, who had his own office.

The conversation was heard by the whole office, which soon turned silent. People were peeking at the tension between the two.

Clara stared at Darren, and finally gave in. “All right. Got you. Mr. Kirkland.”Text © owned by NôvelDrama.Org.

“Then don’t waste another second. Let’s go,” said the expressionless Darren, who turned around and left, with Clara following him with an impassive face.

The moment they left, the office burst into a commotion.

“Wow, what was that? There seems to a problem between Clara and Mr. Kirkland. I thought he liked her.”

“Don’t be silly, why would you think he doesn’t like her? If he doesn’t like her, then why is he bringing her to such an important job?”

“But I saw they almost got into a fight.”

“There never was a fight. Clara was obliviously just throwing a hissy fit.”

The office was full of women and thus gossips. Clara had joined the magazine for only two years, but her performance had been great, even better than that of those with three to four years of experience. Partly because Clara would go for any news no matter how exhausting and difficult it was.

But others didn’t think so.

There had been rumors that Clara hooked up with a moneybag, so it added fuel to the rumors when she was seen to be suspicious with Mr. Kirkland.

With a sullen face, Clara was driven to Solrace with Darren, unaware that she had become the focus of the office’s gossip.

“Darren Kirkland,” said Clara, at the end of her tether, while there were only she and Darren.

“What on earth do you want?”

“What? Are you scared?” he sniffed, “He is just a sugar daddy of yours. What is it to be afraid of? You have to be tougher to be a mistress who ruins other’s family, right?”

Thinking that he was being unreasonable, she refused to say another word to him and looked out of the window instead.

The car finally reached the Solrace Building. Clara followed Darren upstairs and, led by the secretary, they walked into Horace’s office.

It was a modern office with a huge floor-ceiling window, before it, a man was sitting in a wheelchair. The sun shone on him, like he was enveloped in a halo.

“Uncle,” greeted Darren, who came in with Clara. “Sorry for bothering you with the abrupt interview. I hope it’s a good time?”

Horace slowly turned around with a blank look on his chiseled face, “It’s OK. Just a small interview.”

Horace had appeared calm, even when he saw Clara.

“All right, then let’s get started.” Darren smiled and beckoned Clara to sit down on the sofa. Horace also wheeled himself to face across them, without giving one look at Clara the whole time.

“Thank you for the last interview, Uncle.” Darren pretended that they were doing the interview as usual. “Thanks to you, our sales boomed.”

“My pleasure.”

“This time, we would like to talk about the prize of Outstanding Youth you have been awarded lately,” asked Darren composedly, “How do you feel about getting the award?”

“It’s kind of a recognition,” said Horace briefly.

The conversation between the two relatives went smoothly. But Clara, who was sitting aside, found it hard to stay calm.

She knew Darren well enough to know that he came to interview his uncle himself because he was planning on something.

Could it be…

Suddenly, she remembered yesterday’s pictures, and her face turned pale.

Did Darren mean to show Horace those pictures in this interview?

It had never occurred to Clara that Darren had already shown them to Horace. As for the interview, Darren was only doing it because he was not pleased with Horace response to the pictures.

He was unhappy with Horace’s nonchalant reaction, so when the company decided to do another interview with Horace, he came here himself and brought her with him.

After some trivial customary questions, with a twinkle in his eyes, Darren asked, “Oh, right, after the award, there have been a lot of talks about your wife on the media?”

With the light in his eyes dimmed, Horace nodded, “Indeed.”

“Then do you mind sharing the stories between you and your wife?” Darren flashed a polite smile, “Well, you know, the female readers tend to be interested in this.”

“My wife?” Horace said with a faint smile on his face, “She’s just a plain Jane.”

“Could you be more specific?” asked Darren, with a glance at the nearby Clara, “She must be a simple and nice woman, right? And you two must love each other very much.”

After hearing the questions, Clara finally realized why he brought her to the interview. He wanted Horace to say in her face that how great his wife was and much they loved each other, so that she would feel ashamed of herself and back off.

Clare found it hilarious.

Darren was trying to make her to feel jealous of herself?

It’s hard to imagine the looks on his face when he knew that she was Horace’s wife herself.

She could not help but shivered as she tried to imagine that.

Nah, she wasn’t really eager to see that.

Meanwhile, Horace also knew what he was getting at as he heard the questions.

Horace saw the resisted smile on her face out of the corner of his eyes.

He could not help lifting the corners of his mouth.

She should have found it funny. If so, then he wouldn’t mind playing the show with her.

“My wife is indeed a simple and nice woman,” said Horace slowly, “She’s very shy, and she still blushes a lot even now that we’re married. She’s adorable.”

Clara was shocked. Although she instinctively turned her face to Horace, she dreaded to look at those seemingly smiling eyes as she raised hers.