My Husband Is A Gary Stu novel Chapter 1001

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Chapter 1001

Genevieve checked the time on her phone and looked at Armand beside her. “It's late. You should get going,” she muttered, shooing him away.

“Rosa isn't coming back tonight,” Armand said. “Aren't you scared to be alone at home?”

Genevieve retorted, “This house is worth tens of millions. Its sheer worth would frighten away even the most vengeful of ghosts. Why should I be scared?”

Armand could not help but laugh, finding his Mrs. Faulkner far too adorable.

He was thoroughly enchanted by her narcissism, sense of superiority, and cheeriness.

Worried he would disgust her by pushing her too quickly, Armand grabbed his car keys from the coffee table.

Before he left, he said to Genevieve, “You probably know about Ms. Briggs' transfer to Feston by now. I need to appoint someone from your office as my new assistant.”

Genevieve mumbled her acknowledgment, still clueless about what he was getting at.

Armand promptly cut to the chase. “I had Ms. Briggs put your name on the list of candidates. The person who assumes this role will need to keep a close eye on current affairs and have a decent understanding of foreign languages. That happens to be your forte.”

“No thanks!” Genevieve's rejection was swift. “You need plenty of experience to become a good assistant, and I've been in the Department of Public Information for barely a month. You have no idea how all the women in my department—married or not— have set their sights on you. If I become your assistant, everyone will be gossiping about how I slept my way into the position.”

She still had no idea how she even got a job at a government institution.

Smiling, Armand parried, “You're right that experience is important in this role, but sometimes, rules are meant to be broken. We can always make an exception for a talented candidate.”

Still, Genevieve shook her head. “My beauty is for others to praise and admire, not fodder for others' slander.”

“If you aren't working beside me, how can we date? How would I convince you to fall in love with me?” Armand brushed her jaw with his fingers. “I'll have to ask someone to send lunch and snacks to your office every day. That'll keep the rumor mill running!”

He ended his argument by saying, “If you share an office with me, they can't gossip about my gifts. Isn't that more comfortable?”

Genevieve mulled over his words as Armand added, “You'll have more freedom in a private office too.”