Woman In Irish Linen Shirt

I got a big head on the way to find Jocelyn.

Pen, of course, although it may only be used for signing, what better gift to Miss Pan De? The problem is, I said that I will give her a gift next time I meet. She should attend the meeting on Wednesday or Thursday. How can I deliver the news to Kevin?

I saw Jocelyn waiting at the end of the corridor from a distance, and I quickly walked a few steps past.

For me, Jocelyn is much more terrifying than the big boss. I am not implying that her appearance is intimidating: in fact, she often appears as the facade of the company. I mainly mean a feeling-I always feel that once I offend her, no matter who it is, that person must not even know how he died.

Jocelyn asked: "Did anyone see you coming?"

I shook my head: "The people at BCG are directly back to the 20th floor."

Jocelyn responded, pursing her lips and sighing. I was in the mist, and suddenly heard her ask again: "Did you just be surprised?"

"You mean, about Sonia?"

"I didn't say anything about her directly," Jocelyn said, "what exactly is the optimization plan they want to make."

"Oh..." I slowed down. Before, Jocelyn had been handing over to the people at BCG to tell them.

"What do you think?"

"It's possible that they are not sure to do that either? After all, this problem does not have to be solved by, uh, changing the framework." I didn't dare to directly use the word "demolition of the company".

Jocelyn looked at me with a very kind expression: "You are such a little girl."

ha?

If someone else, I would go directly to HR to complain, but Jocelyn is Jocelyn after all, although she may be only five or six years older than me, if necessary, I can only be the little girl in her mouth.

Jocelyn said, "Find out what she wants."

"Okay." I asked tentatively, "and then report to you, right?"

"Who gave you this matter, Yao?"

"big boss."

"Who do you usually report to?"

"Big boss." I said.

She shrugged.

"I have one more question..." I looked at Joseline cautiously, trying to keep calm, "Does Rudra know?"

Jocelyn looked at me. I felt her kind look gradually surfaced on her face again.

I ran away quickly.

The boss praised my nonsense at the meeting. I breathed a sigh of relief, but still hinted that we should properly cooperate in this aspect-otherwise I would have no room for nonsense. Lao Huang is no longer in the office at the moment. He really decided to go to the gym every day during his lunch break to exercise his physical fitness. Father’s love is great, but I don’t know how many days he can be great: we are too busy.

I have made up my mind to give An Ning a chance before she is promoted. After passing this certificate, Kevin will appreciate her very much—at least for a while. But I think it’s not easy to pick myself up. If it’s a few days later, it’s easy to say, when the promotion and transfer news will be officially announced, she invited us to dinner, and made a silly sentence at the dinner table, isn’t the news going out? However, the current situation does not allow it. I have to create an opportunity quickly.

I looked around the office for a week: Ruben Ding ah Ruben Ding, this is simply the wild Sanjay of our department, why did I forget him?

Because I am still busy and many things need to be communicated, Xiaoding and the others in charge of Vietnamese affairs dare not go to dinner. I replied the emails three times and five times apart, and asked Xiao Ding to have a work meal with me and talk to him about the recent work situation. This matter has dragged on for a while, Xiaoding is already familiar with the project, and while eating, he gave me several process suggestions.

After a few gossips, I stared at the rest of my food in a daze.

"what happened?"

"Hungry." I said, although I had a twelve-inch sandwich just now, "Reuben are you hungry?"

"I'm not hungry. Aren't we eating?" He thought hard for a while, and suddenly realized, "Oh, you mean you are greedy!"

I now suspect that he used his BBC status to insult his superiors in Chinese.

Of course, I am very generous. I said, "I have been doing something on the weekends recently, and I couldn't make a toothpick. I just wanted to have a meal of rice-the kind that should be simmered well. The rice in the food court is like being sat on the **** after it has been cold."

He might be thinking about what kind of rice it is, and then said: "Japanese cuisine is delicious."

I said, "But the side dishes are very strange."

He nodded very slightly, and he might not agree with my point of view. At this time, he seemed to think of something: "By the way, that newly opened Zhebang cuisine! Do you want to go? I call them Anning. We can eat in these two days. If there are more people, we can order a lot of dishes."

"The Chinatown? Is it delicious?"

"It's delicious." He put the last bit of food into his mouth, "Then we will go tomorrow? The day after tomorrow?"

"It's all done, it's decided to call me." I said expectantly.

The time was finally arranged at noon the next day. We just didn't meet, Anning was also free, and the remaining two people were in the design department. They were always very leisurely. They took the lead to order food when they arrived. During the meal, An Ning announced the news of her promotion, and the matter has been officially announced. We agreed to have dinner together on the weekend and we came to this store too.

To be honest, Singaporean Chinese restaurants can only choose the same environment and taste, without exception. But we don't seem to be good at cooking in our business, and we can't extravagantly ask for everything.

After dinner, I propose to go to Orchard Road to buy puffs. I invited guests, and packed my own share—and then said that I would go shopping nearby. Everyone is here. There is no reason not to accompany me, so I handed the puffs to the two design colleagues and asked them to put them in the small refrigerator in the pantry, and asked them to write my name. .

An Ning and Xiao Ding were both laughing quietly there, maybe they thought I hadn't seen them.

I looked embarrassed: "Why don't you go back first?"

"It's okay, it's not particularly busy today." An Ning said.

Of course Xiaoding is with me.

There are several Japanese-owned department stores along the road, and one of them sells wooden fountain pens, which is the brand my mother gave me. That pen is indeed a gift from her, and it has been lying in my bag: but it is only used for signatures, and has never been used as a recording pen, except yesterday. Without it, fountain pens at this price are heavier, and Makie is not made for distraction when you take notes.

I didn't think of sending her a pen at the beginning. Everything was just a coincidence, and I didn't expect her to ask about it.

This kind of possibility belongs to God to help me too. I faintly expressed hesitation while walking up, and said, "I'll go there and take a look. You can just walk around and wait for me for a while."

Xiaoding glanced at the name of the store, and raised his eyebrows at Chong Anning.

I bought the pen based on what I bought. The craftsmanship is somewhat different from mine—the boss’s budget is not enough—but the appearance is very similar. I glanced at the pen in my photo and it came out soon, but deliberately put the outer packaging in the bag when I got to the cashier. Walking out of the store, I smiled and said, "Wait for a long time."

Xiao Ding shook his head: "Just go there."

I didn't answer the call immediately. The North generally doesn't use repetitive words like this. Suddenly, I heard a colleague say it like that, but I endured it and said, "Let's go?"

"Let's go." An Ning replied. She only noticed my appearance.

Great, I was relieved, she was hooked.

As for the puffs, I didn't eat them in the end. That's Anning's favorite food.

I carefully collected the cash register receipt and the outer packaging. If Miss Pan De refuses to accept such an expensive item, I must return it as soon as possible. I don't want to just throw it in my hands. General cleaning is imperative. I want to find my books—university textbooks are very, very expensive. Of course, in a "money-based" society, textbooks have been revised year after year. It is affirmative that they are more expensive. At that time, I didn't know that there was a second-hand book option. It was a bit more difficult when moving. Those textbooks were also taken all the way to Boston by me because of their high prices, and then drifted to Singapore.

I was a freshly graduated undergraduate, with a naive side. I really thought I might look through it when I was free.

It is not difficult to find a piece of worksheet in it. I deliberately ignored those boxes that were put in the second bedroom because of the large amount of work, pretending to be the living room and already cleaned up. Taking the blank side of the homework paper as the outer packaging, I wrapped a pen worth the same as my refrigerator, blocked the two ends, and wrapped a rope. Then came the real packaging: I put it in a food packaging bag made of eco-friendly paper.

I admired my own work. I'm a little excited for some reason.

Is this the joy of cheating?

Today's tranquility makes me feel very strange. People are sometimes very sensitive to changes in things, but not to people. In my impression, An Ning is still the child in the beginning. Of course, this impression is ridiculous, it is purely ignoring the objective law of the development of things.

I will not be the same me ten years ago.

What was Miss Pan De like ten years ago? I was taken aback by this sudden thought, and quickly shook my head, but in the next second, I didn't have a reason to think of her now. Will she accept this gift? If it was Miss Pan De who ate pasta with me and gave me a mask, maybe she would accept it easily-but what about her usually at the company? Her transformations and movements are all natural, so it is natural that people can't feel that she is in control. And her control is unequivocal. With the experience of yesterday's meeting, I am quite convinced of it.

Miss Pan De will not be more than thirty-two years old. Affluent resources can turn project managers into partners, but they cannot directly turn people from children into project managers. She can never be a general.

It was late at night, and news from Sao Paulo flooded into my mailbox, prompting endless sounds. I turned a deaf ear and stared at the food packaging bag on the sofa for a while.

Will she like it?