Woman In Irish Linen Shirt

At the end of the whole concert, Miss Pan De was like a okay person.

Of course she is fine, so proficient in Maki-e craftsmanship, I am afraid that Miss Pan De has seen through my scam from the very beginning. And she even came to talk to me because of my carefully designed "physical evidence", the work sheet-like a predator playing with its prey.

It is the first time since I joined the work that I have made such a big work mistake.

I sat on pins and needles from start to finish, sitting in the best position of the concert hall, but there was only a buzz in my ears. At this moment, Mahler himself directed the Berlin Philharmonic Orchestra to perform the "Second Symphony", but it didn't help, because I only had to wait.

In the anti-Semitism frenzy, Mahler is waiting for his time; I am waiting for my trial.

The beast is still fighting, I am waiting for my turn.

The ninety-minute ordeal finally came to an end. The performers repeated the curtain call and I merged into the crowd and applauded fiercely. Miss Pan De listened very deeply, and her applause made me mixed. In those few minutes of curtain call, my thoughts changed a lot. Am I careless? Or at the beginning, I was just a turtle in the urn, and I had already fallen into her womb without knowing it?

Miss Pan De got up, her velvet revealed a condescending brilliance, and said: "I don't think you are in a hurry to go home."

"Of course." I also stood up, holding the bag in both hands, and pressing it in front of me.

"There will be a reception next." She tucked her hair behind her ears, "but I don't think you want to participate. Let me go and say hello, okay? You can find a place to wait for me."

Can I say "no"? My sweat is like a viper's letter son going all the way down his back, backhanded to catch, and nothing else: where the temperature is moderate here, where does the sweat come from? But it is my instinct that is giving the final warning, so that I don't want to be ignorantly eaten up by the reinforced concrete labyrinth.

Miss Pan De came back after a while. Seeing me hanging the shawl on the bag, she was a little surprised and said, "Aren't you cold?"

I shook my head and shook the bag in my hand: "Do you want it?"

"Thank you." Miss Pande smiled, "If you don't mind, I hope to take a walk here."

Wearing such high heels?

Of course, this is as I wish. I deliberately lost my helmet and armor, showing my back so defenselessly, and limping again, she wouldn't always be alert to me, right?

Miss Pan De was so gentle, she didn't even follow me in circles, she said straight: "Your gift is beautiful. Of course, it's also very expensive."

"I don't know if you like it or not? After using these days, I think your experience should be richer." I meant something. Since she knew that the pen was not pure in nature, she didn't choose to turn it over to the company. She was bold enough to tell the truth about this kind of thing.

Miss Pan De looked at me: "Is this from you?"

"Yes."

"Very extravagant consumption."

"I have another picture."

"What kind of attempt?" She stopped. "You lied to me, but you haven't apologized yet."

I laughed out: "You used me."

She seemed puzzled: "What did I do with you?"

I confessed: "I don't know."

"You have always refused to answer my questions. No," she added, "you have always avoided answering questions that you don't want to answer."

"You said that it's not my job to be honest with you."

"So you mean, this is part of the job?" Seeing my silence, Miss Pande still kept her polite, "Look, Yao, you avoided it again."

She turned to the other side of me, stared into my eyes, and confirmed again: "Is this from you?"

How could I tell the truth and calmly said: "Yes."

"I guess someone else will pay for it."

"Guessing does not equal the fact." I smiled, "Sonia, what do you want?"

"Look, if I tell your boss about this matter," she avoided my gaze and looked to the side of the road. "No matter what he thinks in his heart, it is prudent to proceed with the investigation procedure, right?"

I laughed deeper and said, "I can do the same thing to BCG Singapore."

She laughed as if she had received the unexpected answer, her eyelashes drooping, looking very long. Even at this time, I can't think she is hateful. Beautiful things can sometimes surpass right and wrong and morality. Miss Pan De blinked and said, "Do you know why I am so sure? I just bought the pen about you."

I didn't say a word.

Of course I want to know, but it would be too timid to ask. Naturally, I didn't want to slap Miss Pan De's face, and simply gave a probing look.

"I bought one that is exactly the same, just last Sunday." She tilted her head and looked at me, as if testing the results of the prank. "Now it's lying with HR."

I fell silent.

After a few seconds, I realized that I might have lost completely. Miss Pan De made such a **** fund, and there must have been follow-ups waiting for me here. Don't talk about making decisions and then acting. It is very difficult for me to dismantle. When I spoke again, my rebellious heart seemed to be hidden in which corner, and when I glanced at it, I couldn't find anything: "What can I do for you?"

"You are very smart." Miss Pande laughed, "I like this."

She carried her bag casually with one hand, and stood shoulder to shoulder with me again. At this moment Miss Pan De really seemed to be walking, but every word she said made my feet heavier. She was clearly in shackles, she walked more and more lightly, but I was stepping on the tip of a knife.

I only heard her high-heeled shoes pierce my ear step by step in the whistling of the car. She said: “You must have a guess as to why we came and what goal we hope to achieve. My goals in the project are multiple. Among them, my most important task is to find the CEO of a new company. This position can also be held by the COO. Of course, he or she must have enough ability, and this must be a candidate that everyone is satisfied with."

Everyone? I thought to myself, is this expressly indicating that my group is involved?

"As for the quality of the candidate, maybe I can provide some reference." Miss Pan De looked at me, "He or she must have rich front-line work experience, participate in project decision-making, be bold in thinking, work meticulously, and have a business philosophy. Highly aligned with the board of directors-and good at flexibility."

I felt her gaze, and couldn't help but look over it. There was no emotion in Miss Pan De's eyes, she just asked: "Do you think you fit it?"

I haven't spoken for a long time. She didn't seem to expect me to express any attitude, and then said: "Our work is very slow. People don't seem to realize that this is a change that can improve efficiency, and they simply resist the change itself. I am very confused. If these people Among them, we can get a helper, do you think everything will go smoother?"

CEO.

I tried my best to control my breathing. Now that I am quitting jobs, some start-up companies should be able to give me the D prefix, with a little bit of grade, or the business field is really deep and narrow, maybe I can really get the C prefix. But the CEO of the subsidiary company that was spun off from Crab Shell...Backed by a super giant like the group, we are in full swing. In the next ten years, it is not impossible for the company to rank among the world's top three in the industry.

In this way, if the position of the CEO of the subsidiary is really in front of my eyes, I have no determination to refuse.

I raised my eyebrows to look at her: "Why pick me?"

"I haven't decided yet. You know, everything has just begun." Miss Pande said, "Rudra has a high enough status to work for Lisong when the company was founded. It's difficult to talk about him; it's possible for Kevin. But his work experience in this industry is limited, and I don’t think it’s the best choice in everyone’s minds. To the next level, the writing is good--" She paused before saying, "Well, but he and Rudd The situation is similar. Sanjay is not in our consideration. So..."

"There are only two people." I said, "Kevin or me."

"indeed so."

"How is our COO?" I asked.

"Yes, that's also a good candidate." She looked at me with interest, "But, you see, I need someone to help. Although he can help me, he can also hinder our progress."

I was silent for a moment and said, "Thank you for being so honest, Sania. Can I get any kind of written promise?"

This is of course impossible. I just want to tell her that I am not stupid and will not be led by the nose for the carrot of a mirage.

"I'm afraid not, dear." She turned her head, "The only thing you can believe is me."

I shrugged: "At least you choose to provide me with this opportunity. I believe that if the news is released privately, you will get many new candidates. It is my luck to be able to take a step forward."

"With your ability, it is not difficult to be a director in a new company-anyway, I expect you to have better performance." After she finished speaking, she seemed to notice my discomfort and asked with concern, "You Are you okay? Do you want to take a rest over there?"

"Thank you." I shook my head and moved my toes a little.

"It's cool tonight." She stretched out her hand and asked me with her eyes, then took the shawl from the bag and put her hands over my head. I was a little surprised and didn't dodge. She patiently shook off my shawl and put it over my shoulder. I thanked in a low voice, and held both ends in my arms.

Miss Pan De carefully sorted out the places I couldn't see, and suddenly she leaned closer and said, "Will you help me?"

I froze there, did not dare to move, and said, "I hope I can take some time to think about it."

"Of course." She hasn't left yet.

From a distance, we must be hugging. We are only a short distance away, Miss Pande’s warm skin occasionally rubbed against me, and my arms were as cold as I felt. I can feel her breathing, her eyes, her body temperature, and her curves...For her, I'm afraid they are each other. My bag is close to me as before, and it is my straight arms that control the bag, as if silently rejecting it, and as if it were a welcome gesture.

What are her hands doing? Miss Pan De, can you also feel the undercurrent surging?

"Don't play tricks with me." Her breath lightly sprayed on my earlobes, "I don't eat this one."