Woman In Irish Linen Shirt

This battle of the enemy in the dark and the enemy in the dark continued into the night. At seven o'clock, the people from BCG are going to have a summary meeting. The big boss will leave us in the meeting room for coffee and wait for them to finish eating together. The eldest rushed to watch the second daughter's performance, and just slipped away after the meeting, leaving only me to hold the scene with Lao Huang.

I naturally changed my shopping bag right away.

Without the presence of outsiders, the two project teams are even more diametrically opposed. We were originally a department, and we wanted to die. The boss used to report to Kevin’s predecessor—this is a bit like the relationship between me and Huang. Although in theory we are equal, he reports to the boss, and the boss and I report directly. To the big boss, if it weren't for the lack of business competition, I'm afraid that Lao Huang and I will not get along well. Later, due to the outstanding business of the project team, with the development of the company, the workload of the department suddenly increased. We set up a department alone. The original head was promoted to the group, and Kevin was newly recruited. Even though he was an airborne soldier, he didn’t know what was going on. He abruptly inherited the original awkward departmental relationship. Not only that, but also gradually developed it, so that to this day, this awkwardness has been extended to each specific one. Personal body. In private, Lao Huang and I thought he was a direct line of the group, but we never said this, and we only took care of each other.

Sanjay's keyboard rang. Kevin drank cold brew, half of the graceful IWC dial was exposed from the cuffs, that gesture was extremely burning. If it is possible, I really want to directly show these big eyes in my heart. Lao Huang chatted with Kevin at times, they spoke Singaporean English, they spoke fast, and they had a lot of local vocabulary. I couldn't understand them 100%, but they were both curious and weird, which definitely didn't work. The confrontation between the two of them always reminds me of Singapore's expulsion from the Malayan Union. I can't tell who took advantage of whom, and who suffered a big loss in secret: it happened that Kevin was a Malay.

It’s not that I don’t want to say something to run on them in this rare time. The mail hasn’t been returned for a day, and the mailbox is like a brood of rabbits moving in, one by one jumping out, I can never expect to get it. A moment of peace. After a busy day today, the mails that need to be dealt with are piled up, especially in South America. Because of the time difference, the night is the peak of the mail appearance-yes, the rabbits in the long Pampas grassland at night. This kind of rabbit has no characteristics, it just makes you uneasy.

The big boss came back and led us downstairs. Thankfully he changed a T-shirt. Although it's not fashionable, at least it's dark, and it's not so glaring at night.

There are two cars waiting in the parking lot. Kevin apparently would be happy to ride a car with BCG people. I was so happy that poor Sanjay was just squeezed into our car. He consciously went to the co-driver and didn't sit with Lao Huang; I sat in the last row with the big boss, and I whispered to him on my work with the tablet. The company is less than ten minutes' drive from Marina Bay, but the boss is a workaholic, and we want to follow him with a tablet while he is running.

Jocelyn went to the restaurant with the car, and then withdrew after taking care of some things. Before leaving, please ask me to take care of her. The big boss was not surprised at this, and just said: "You just swipe your card! It's okay."

what can I say? That's the big boss, and I can only laugh with him. I am afraid it is difficult for him to understand my situation. When his secretary, a female, left, I was asked to pick me up, and I was also a female. It is inevitable that people feel uncomfortable. But tonight is different after all: the boss is not here today, I have to be a king.

Kevin ordered the wine in a decent manner, Mouton 2000, the choice for burning bags, he deserves it. I sit on the left side of the big boss, almost out of the conversation-no way, Jocelyn is gone, sometimes I have to play the big boss's memo. This is a good job. It is easy to earn impression points. Generally, it is not my turn to substitute for the position. It is Kevin or the boss.

I hardly dared to eat. Lao Huang said it right, this group of people seemed too inquisitive for a little touch, and its eye-catching degree is probably only comparable to those at the front office of investment banks. The big boss is like a little old man, just listening to Kevin and BCG's two men in suits telling jokes; and I, with all my attention to understand the jokes, make sure that when the reflex arc is slightly longer, I can advise the big boss in time. Lao Huang occasionally said a sentence or two, but he couldn't control the situation. He had a technical background and never worked in the front desk. In this respect, it is difficult to compare with Kevin.

Miss Pan De rarely speaks, with a smile on her face all the time. But her expression is different from our big boss who is kind-faced. The big boss is a business genius. At this moment, she is uncertain about something in her mind, so I had to listen carefully to every sentence for him; Miss Pan De Obviously, she enjoyed it, but she seemed to know how to score, and she showed her concentration and appreciation. She didn't go off the court in person, telling jokes with those present.

The faces of two different kinds of superiors.

"You know," the big boss suddenly said. I don't know when, his thought journey has ended, "Yao, like you, completed his studies in the East of the United States."

Her interest was just right. Miss Pande raised her eyebrows slightly: "Which state were you in?"

I didn't expect that the big boss would take the initiative to help me find a topic.

"In Massachusetts," I replied a bit slowly, and in order not to be negligent, I quickly added, "In western Massachusetts."

Her smile deepened: "I got my bachelor and doctorate degrees in Boston."

"My undergraduate school takes three or four hours to drive to Boston," I paused on purpose. "The Ph.D. also studied in Boston. It's a coincidence."

"Is it in the city?"

"No, across the Charles River."

She blinked: "We may have seen it."

"It's possible." I also smiled and looked back at her.

I didn't expect to win a round here! Miss Pande and I confronted the secret signal, and now Kevin’s mood is different. Seeing that the situation is out of control, Kevin pretends to cover up and frequently checks his IWC watch. I took a sip of my drink and told the cannibal joke: "Two cannibals go to work at IBM..."

The man in the suit of BCG is very face-saving, he immediately started to laugh after hearing the beginning. This is already an old-fashioned joke, but everyone at BCG is enthusiastic about it. How can Kevin, who has been dominating the topic, be lonely? So he laughed too. Lao Huang didn't say a word, just kept smiling and gave me face. I didn't laugh with them, nor did I go on.

The big boss said: "Tell me about it."

"Two cannibals went to work at IBM. The boss said to them,'You must not eat people in the company, or I will fire you immediately.' After three months, they were all in peace. One day, the boss called them. I yelled at the office and said, "I said, tell you not to eat people! You violated the regulations and will not be used for work tomorrow!" I paused, and continued, "The two cannibals immediately packed their things and left. Before leaving, one couldn’t help but complain about the other, “How many times have you said that you don’t want to eat workers? We used to eat a department manager every day and nothing happened. Yesterday you had a cleaner, immediately I was discovered!'"

The big boss laughed and asked: "Is this a joke of cannibals or an IBM joke?"

"Both." I thought to myself, this is a joke of the department manager.

"Tell me one more."

I looked at Kevin and said with a smile: "Question: When a cannibal eats a clown, what will he say?"

"Say what?" The big boss cheered.

"The answer is, ‘That’s fun to eat.’"

Old Huang laughed first.

The boss frowned and rubbed his arms: "Why is it so cold?" Then he smiled. When the boss smiled, of course Kevin could only laugh. I didn't mention how happy I was, but I didn't show it. I quietly watched Kevin sulking, and I couldn't take the chance to find the place. He must have never expected that I would dare to arrange him with a joke, and he might be more mad at the moment. Just looking at his handsome face, I didn't make it clear, he was embarrassed to care about me.

The boss said that there was still something to do next, and the meal ended very early. The people from BCG asked us to have a drink in the executive lounge where they were staying. Kevin immediately agreed. I hesitated. It is impossible not to go. But there will be a meeting with South America a little bit later. I will abuse the liver here. Not a good choice. Old Huang saw my hesitation and immediately responded. I looked at him gratefully, grandson is really interesting at the critical moment.

"I have a cup of coffee with Yao nearby." Miss Pan De said, "You boy take a good break, and the wine is on the account." After that, she turned to look at me and said, "Would you like to enjoy it? ?"

"Ah, of course." I agreed when I recovered.

Miss Pan De stood at the door waiting for me to check out. I haven't finished drinking the wine today. When I signed the wine list, I always felt that I was looking at me. Looking up, Miss Pan De in the distance was looking at me. Seeing me looking over, she smiled and waved gently. I suddenly felt hot on the face, so terrible affinity, I almost forgot how much difference between us.

Ah must see that there is a contradiction between us and Kevin.

We walked along the Singapore River to the north bank. She said she was drinking coffee, but she didn't seem to be so obsessed with coffee itself, she just wanted to breathe fresh air outside. I also saw a little bit the same. I thought it would be nice to walk for a while, but Miss Pan De was wearing high heels after all, and I couldn't make a bad impression on her, so I actually led the way to the cafe.

"Are you not based in Singapore?" I asked her.

"I'm from the Singapore office. Xinhe Yimin is based in Greater China, so they stay in a hotel." Her pronunciation is correct, especially the word "Xin". I didn't expect her to speak so well, "But at least it is The best hotel in Singapore. Considering the current situation, I don’t think it’s bad for them."

"It's easy to forget where you are when you stay in a hotel."

"You're right." There were more and more pedestrians on the road. Before putting on a mask, Miss Pan De didn't forget to give me a smile. "So this year is very special. For example, I don't have to travel on business and I can live in my own home."

The topic is becoming more and more personal. I also hoped that she could confide more information so that I could deal with the boss tomorrow, so I nodded, but said: "Speaking of this, we were very close to you before the company moved. Maybe we also met before. Come across, which nearby breakfast is you buying?"

"We did meet." Miss Pande said, "It seems you don't remember."