Eiffel was an indispensable presence at Jonas's side. If she were ever gone, he would most likely be buried in the Alt Conglomerate's business, unable to keep leaving everything to others.
Jonas was no fool, nor was he lacking in emotional intelligence. He heard the discontent lurking beneath Eiffel's sour tone.
But before Jonas could guess what had happened, Eiffel gave a soft huff. "The secretary is working through the night, while her boss is fooling around with his lover. If I were her, I'd drop this pile of work on the spot and go back to sleep."
"Miss Esnie tasted pretty good, didn't she, Mr. Jonas?"
She had run into Esnie on her way to the office. Though they had only exchanged greetings, Eiffel had clearly seen the faint flush and satisfaction on Esnie's face.
Well, she hardly needed to think to know what had happened.
To be fair, Eiffel generally stayed out of these things. Her personality meant she did not really mind them that much. She could get angry and jealous, but as long as Jonas genuinely liked her, rather than toying with people's feelings like some playboy, that was enough.
But today, she was finding it hard to keep her composure.
First of all, the intense workload had put her in a bad mood. Although the crisis Zero had brought was now over, all sorts of tasks, large and small, still needed her guidance and assistance. The Alt Conglomerate's affairs all required her help.
Prolonged mental exhaustion had left her in this emotional state. It was not that she had become unusually sensitive, but she was more vulnerable than usual.
After dealing with the sudden increase in work, she had been about to head downstairs for breakfast before returning to work, only to see a colleague