My CEO Wife Chose Her Assistant

Summary

My wife’s male assistant claimed he had chronic poor circulation, which meant the air conditioning had to be set to a sweltering eighty-six degrees Fahrenheit even in the middle of a blazing summer.

Otherwise, he was prone to catching cold.

He also had a strict, non-negotiable rule: no one was permitted to eat in the office, ever, because the mixture of food smells was too much for his delicate senses.

The employees were practically suffering from heatstroke, forced to hug their takeout containers and eat their lunch huddled miserably in the bathroom stalls.