Zarina proceeded down the hallway, scanning for signs leading to the CEO's office. The sound of her footsteps reverberated in the quiet corridor. Every step she took sent shivers down her spine, the chill of the air-conditioning grazing her skin like an ice cube's touch.
After a few more steps, she spotted a lone cubicle with a platinum sign that read 'The CEO'S SECRETARY.' It caught her attention, and she continued her path towards it.
Then, a man in his thirties was engrossed in typing on the computer. He wore silver-framed glasses and a carefully tailored suit, his side profile screaming elegance and handsomeness like a deity sitting on his throne.
"I think... I need water; he is too hot to be a secretary," Zarina murmured, swallowing the lump in her throat.