Woman In Irish Linen Shirt

Ms. Cui let me out of the reception room before I was sitting on pins and needles.

I originally planned to stay there forever, but what's going on in the conference room is still unclear. How to keep the big boss in stitches later, and how to tactfully raise the matter with the big boss, everything is annoying. I was consuming there, so I might as well leave that environment and thoughts first, and then calmly make some plans.

Arranged for a young female colleague who knew everything to guard at the door of the reception room. I repeatedly confessed to my colleagues and two security guards that Ms. Cui must not be separated from others, let alone let her approach the meeting room-to ensure that they all realize the importance of things. I dared to leave after sex, it was almost half past ten.

There was a nausea in my stomach, and I ran to the bathroom quickly, but for a long time, all I was waiting for was dry. Slowly patting my chest, I didn't rush out of the cubicle.

It is difficult to collect water.

Li Ye, a native of Tang Dynasty, became a monk when he was a teenager and died under the chaos. Everyone in the world knows the phrase "the highest to the sun and the moon, the closest relatives to the husband and wife", but they don't think about the deep meaning.

To say that respect each other like a guest, raise the eyebrows together, there are now fewer. There are all kinds of couples, but this is rare, as if the spouses in a civil union are either very affectionate or close together. Naturally, I don’t have the right to criticize other people’s family affairs, but if one day I find the closest person in the world, I have to go through numerous agencies to set up a card, even if I know that the blocker is unintentional, knowing that everything is just "business as usual"... Even the marriage itself was done on business.

Thinking of Ms. Cui's attitude, I instinctively increased my vigilance. If this matter is known to anyone in the group--

I spit it out.

I didn't go to the meeting room all morning, and Jocelyn sent me some key information via email during busy breaks. We tacitly knew nothing about what happened in the reception room.

It wasn't until noon that I saw the big boss. I thought I should have thought that he was some kind of monster, but I took a closer look. The big boss was still someone I was familiar with: But can I really be familiar with him again?

I refrained from thinking elsewhere. The company is not an ethics court, and I cannot be a judge for anyone. I just endure, digesting my unprovoked emotions, and reminding myself to be professional, considerate, and share my worries. Seeing that I had been following far behind, he asked Jocelyn to lead the way. I knew at a glance that Jocelyn didn't say anything, and it was even more embarrassing in my heart.

Naturally it is not easy to speak in her capacity, but in the final analysis, she is the secretary of the big boss. I have dealt with this matter. It is obviously impossible to pretend to be ignorant in front of the big boss. The time we get along is still short, even if he sees me as a right-hand man, he will inevitably have some scruples about private affairs. If Jocelyn doesn't leave the company after this incident, the big boss feels his heart will be overwhelmed. I am afraid he will have to tears down my arm.

No one wants to put someone around him to remind him of his failure. Seriously speaking, this is the private matter of the big boss, but this matter can be big or small. If the two get divorced, it will inevitably involve the division of equity. My attitude If you don't grasp it a little, you will be a thorn in the eyes and a thorn in the flesh of the big boss in the future.

"There is movement over the group?" The big boss looked serious, and the questioning voice was very low.

"It's something else, but you also need to deal with it as soon as possible." I tried to maintain a commercial tone, "Your wife is waiting for you in the reception room downstairs."

The boss's face became stiff, and he frowned at me. Where did I dare to look at him, lowered my head slightly, and moved a step forward: "Am I taking you there now?"

He slowed down a half step, but still followed me to the direction of the stairs. The "strategic partner" has disappeared from the elevator room. I stepped forward, fearing that the big boss would ask questions and that he would not say anything. In the end, the two of them went downstairs without saying a word. Putting my hand on the security door, I paused, and said, "We have arranged two security personnel at the door to ensure the safety of your wife. Do you need me to let them leave first. Are you here for a while?"

The big boss thought for a while and shook his head: "No need. Let's go."

"Okay." I opened the door and followed him half a step behind.

At the door, I winked at the colleague who was guarding me. She took the security to leave first, and no one spoke, but the people in the door must have heard the sound of my high heels.

"Do you need me to stay outside?"

He looked at me, and still shook his head: "You have worked hard. Today I can't go away for a while. I have a special situation. I have to do special things. At the lunch meeting at noon, I need you to take the place of me to preside over the situation. You must have an identity. Let Joselyn introduce you. As for Li Ruijie and the others... for now, let’s do it for now. You are a little more flexible. It’s really not good. Don’t think about delaying, sooner or later. Judging from the situation in the morning, the progress should be better than ours. As expected, you can do your job well."

"Understood." I answered, "If you have something to do, please call me."

He nodded slightly and pushed in.

Due to the limited number of people in public places, there are not many people participating in the luncheon, but I am still a big fan. This kind of thing has always been concealed, and I knew it in my heart, silently preparing Kevin to come to me to confront me.

When Jocelyn introduced me, she used a very strange title, saying that I was "the person in charge of a core business" without adding a specific position or specifying my position. She barely speaks actively, faintly trying to help me. This is exactly the opposite of what I had previously expected. I know that from today onwards, the big boss will no longer allow me to keep a low profile.

Taking advantage of the gap, Jocelyn quietly told me about the meeting. The number of people who can sit in a conference room is limited. No matter what kind of identity they are on the surface, since they participated in the first round of meetings, their position must be crucial. The "little soldier" who was suspected of hiding his position by Josephine was also there. I paid special attention to him at the lunch meeting today, but he was in his thirties and he was not very well-dressed. Fang Fangzheng's small soft bag, people have no "official air", it is difficult to judge the depth.

I chose the topic at noon very pragmatically, and gave a rough introduction to our company's geo-development achievements and some of my perceptions about the Southeast Asian market over the years. It can be seen that everyone is listening very carefully. The "little soldier" is obviously more interested in technical topics. He actively asked twice during the whole process. The executives over there looked the same as usual, not to mention the warning in the eyes, even for a moment of surprise. Can't find it either.

Back at the company, I said, "That person should be from their group headquarters, not like the person in the investment department."

"Will he come from the company next door?" Jocelyn obviously agreed with my judgment, but remained cautious.

I shook my head: "Our neighbor's employee will not appear in our company publicly like this. He must have come from China. But the position..."

There is too little information to make a judgment.

"That's not important." Jocelyn said immediately, "They deliberately concealed the identity of the other party, indicating that the identity of the other party was sensitive; but when the person showed up, they also showed that they were not afraid of being found. This means that they are very cautious about this investment-but also very attach great importance to."

I nodded slightly.

It's time to continue the meeting, but the big boss has not yet returned. Jocelyn left his place vacant, and I sat down with Old Huang. He returned to the chairmanship at about a quarter past four. Today’s meeting was very boring. It’s a war of wheels. Those of us who are not the main players and who can take a break from time to time can’t stand it. Jocelyn stayed up all day and paid. Keep full of energy.

I don't know if she has enough power in this situation, whether it's just a bluff.

Jocelyn, who pulled my arm in the morning, doesn't have any false emotions in her eyes.

It's a senior, and I have mixed feelings in my heart: one day, I will have such a hundred faces, will I be completely separate between public and private, and will simply abandon everything about me?

It is easy to restrain any kind of feelings in this world, but guilt is beyond human control. Because of this, morality constitutes the bottom line of public order and good morals, and the criterion in everyone's mind is the "goodness" of the masses, which comes from feelings of guilt.

Do people who work for profit also deserve to have a conscience?

In the evening, the big boss left with Ms. Cui. I didn't see it with my own eyes, but there is evidence: Jocelyn did not follow the car.

She didn't seem surprised at all when she saw me. She took off her mask, took off the bag she had just put on her back, flung it to the side of the table at random, and made a slap in the face of the empty desk and chair next to her. There are three separate desks outside the big boss’s office, but they are used only by Jocelyn.

This situation may not last long.

I went to put the bag down and pushed the backrest of the chair until Joselin's table, she let me half the place. I said: "Do you sometimes think that this chair is designed for men?"

Jocelyn raised her eyebrows: "What do you say?"

"I think I'm tall enough, at least above average." I sat down, and leaned on the chair to sit a little deeper, lay back, and demonstrated to her, "This thing is not supporting at all. My neck. Why does the designer of the ergonomic chair think we need to be held back?"

She lowered her eyes, was silent for a moment, and suddenly laughed: "Maybe it's because our minds are too expensive?"

She rarely laughs like this.

I was a little surprised. I looked at her, and just asked: "Is it too expensive to withstand the fall of the strain?"

Jocelyn smiled and shook her head, opened the file cabinet in the corner of the desk, "pop" and "pop" patted two glasses on the table, picked up the wine bottle and shook it: "Would you like to have some?"

I glanced at it and nodded: "Just give me a small cup."

What she brought out was a large bottle of vodka, about half of which was left in the bottle. Looking at this posture, Jocelyn has always been pure drinking, which I didn't expect. I don't know that she has the habit of drinking, and vodka is a very boring wine. There is nothing but alcohol. It can't please the taste buds, but can only satisfy the body's desire to rely on the path of alcohol.

I don't like to drink.

But today, I must have a drink with Jocelyn.