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Bright lights came on in the front secretarial room.

The sound of someone opening a drawer and rummaging for something could be heard.

The secretary is back?

I paused, walked quietly to the door, and took a look outside.

From my angle, I can only see the back.

A woman with a good figure and wearing an OL-style dress is turning on the computer.

The screen lights up, the woman sits down, opens the office software, and gets busy.

It was obvious from her proficiency that she was the owner of that desk, the president's secretary.

The phone rings.

The president's secretary frowned and answered the call.

"Hey dear, I can't do it today. I have to work overtime. I don't want to, but Mr. Ren is eager to get this information, so there's nothing I can do about it."

"Be obedient and I will make it up to you next time."

"I'll call you when I'm done."

The secretary coaxed her boyfriend, hung up the phone, got up, made herself a cup of coffee, and returned to the computer to continue working.

Apparently he was called back temporarily to work overtime.

I rubbed my temples.

Sooner or later, it happened to be at this time, and she didn't know when she was going to get it.

I wouldn't be able to search for things here if someone is outside. It would be too troublesome to be regarded as a thief.

With a helpless smile, I sat down in a dark corner.

The whole floor was dark and silent, except for the clack-clack of typing in the secretary's room.

It's getting dark outside.

The whole city was brightly lit, but it seemed so far away.

More than half an hour passed, but the secretary still had no intention of leaving.

I'm a little impatient.

Doing nothing here is a waste of time.

I stood up, walked to the door and looked outside.

The secretary is working on the documents seriously. I don’t know how far she has finished. Does she need to go to the toilet?

Just as he was thinking of any way to send her away, the secretary room suddenly became quiet.

I looked up.

The secretary's hand stopped on the keyboard. She didn't know if she felt something, but she moved her body and looked back.

I quickly took my head back, quietly retreated to a dark corner, and hid under the cover of the table.

"anyone there?"

After a while, the secretary shouted softly.

Then, slight footsteps sounded, and her delicate and beautiful face appeared cautiously at the door.

"Zhan Zong?"

She held an umbrella in her hand and looked around the entire president's office nervously with her eyes covered with thick mascara.

I hid it well and she didn't see anything.

"call--"

The beautiful secretary let out a long sigh of relief, her expression relaxed, and she smiled somewhat self-deprecatingly.

"As expected, there was no one. I was overthinking it."

"What age is it? How can there be any ghosts in the office as they say?"

She muttered something and turned back.

Soon, the clicking sound of typing started again.

This beautiful secretary is very dedicated. An hour has passed and she has not even gone to the toilet once.

It's not okay to keep waiting like this, so I decided to find a way to lure her away.

I took out the black umbrella from the Qiankun bag and was about to release Li Xiaohei when I found that the typing sound stopped again.

"who?"

The secretary should have asked outside.

Someone is coming again?

I frowned and looked outside.

The secretary stood up and looked outside across the desk.

The big glass door is open.

The room outside had no lights and was very dark.

I can't hear anything here, my view is blocked, and I can see only a limited amount.

"Who's out there?"

The secretary shouted again, grabbed the umbrella on the table, walked out of the desk carefully, went to the door and looked out.

In the darkness, there seemed to be a vague shadow moving.

"Who are you?"

The secretary suddenly became nervous and held the umbrella in front of her. Her voice was trembling as if facing a powerful enemy.

The shadow didn't answer, wavered twice, seemed to be retreating, and quickly disappeared into the darkness.

"Could he be a thief?"

The secretary stared at the direction where the shadow disappeared for a while, and then suddenly came to her senses.

He hurried back to his desk and grabbed his cell phone to make a call.

"Hey, Lao Wei, this is Xiao Ou. I'm in the office on the 33rd floor. I just saw a figure. He might be a thief. You should quickly adjust the surveillance to see where he went."

"There are confidential documents in our building, we must not let him escape!"

My heart skipped a beat when I heard the word "monitoring adjustment".

From the surveillance, I will definitely be regarded as a thief.

We have to think of a way.

I was going to send Li Xiaohei to destroy the surveillance, but at this time——

Snapped--

A very sudden sound.

The entire office building was plunged into darkness.

power cut?

I glanced out the floor-to-ceiling window. The shops and residential buildings in the streets next to me were all brightly lit, and there was no sign of any power outage.

Only Dongchen Building has a power outage?

"How come there's a power outage?"

The secretary was even more surprised than me.

The entire top floor was dark, with only the notebook on her desk shining dimly.

"No matter, save the information first."

As she spoke, she operated her notebook to save the unfinished files.

As soon as it was done, the phone rang rapidly.

"Hey, Wei, how are you?"

"What? I can't see the monitoring, and the backup power is off."

The secretary's voice rose.

"Then the elevator can still run. No? A complete power outage?"

The secretary was extremely shocked.

"Okay, you guys hurry up and check it out. Otherwise, on the 33rd floor, I will definitely not be able to get off work today."

After hanging up the phone, the secretary let out a worried breath and quickly dialed another number.

"Mr. Zhan, this is Xiao Ou. There is a power outage in the office building. I don't know when it will be restored. The data may be delayed."

"Besides, there seems to be a thief in our building. I've asked Lao Wei to investigate. Yes, yes, I understand."

"I will pay attention to safety. Thank you, Mr. Zhan, for your concern."

After reporting the situation to the boss, she hung up the phone and the secretary sat tiredly on the chair.

She kicked off her black high heels and leaned her head on the back of the chair. After resting for a while, she sat up again and opened her notebook again.

A faint light shines on her delicate face, but her makeup cannot hide her fatigue.

"Let's work for a while while the laptop has power. Maybe I can get off work when the call comes later."

She took a sip of coffee and returned to work.

Before I typed a few words, a faint light suddenly lit up outside.

"who?"

The secretary suddenly became alert and shouted outside.

"Miss Ou, are you there?"

Accompanied by a cautious female voice, a girl with a ponytail used her mobile phone to illuminate the room and walked over nervously.

"Are you the new intern?"

The secretary recognized the other party and breathed a sigh of relief.

"Yes, I am Yao Xiangling, an intern from the Research Department."

"Why are you here?"

"There was a sudden power outage in the office, and I was scared to be alone. I called security, and he said you were still in the office. Can I stay with you for a while before the call came?"

The intern stood stiffly outside the door.

"Okay, come in." The secretary smiled.

"Thank you, Miss Ou!"

The intern was so pleasantly surprised that he walked in quickly.

"You can sit here, do you want a drink of water?" The secretary seemed to be in a better mood with someone to keep her company.

"Don't bother Miss Ou, you're such a nice person." The intern smiled sweetly.

"By the way, how did you get up here? I heard from Old Wei that the elevators have stopped."

"I'm on the 32nd floor. The stairs are very close. When I came up, I heard footsteps in the corridor. I didn't know who they were."

The secretary's hand on the keyboard stopped again.

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