Woman In Irish Linen Shirt

I clasped my hands and held it forcibly without any extra movements, I just felt cold all over.

If Joselin's eyes seemed to sweep me away, as if she was just observing from a distance, and like a cold and precise needle spying on me. The big boss has always been faint, and there is no extra emotion at the moment. He glanced at me and then moved his gaze to the computer screen again, without intending to waste any more words.

"I'm sorry, I was a little nervous just now." I gave a relieved expression, "I thought the wrong direction, thinking that my unclear expression caused you a misunderstanding, and the company no longer trusts me that much. Well, maybe Joe Celine also mentioned to you that I am not sure about designing Sonia. In exchange for the report, I still lose more and win less. Now that the optimization framework has been set, the company... I think it is better now The solution is to stretch the front as much as possible. With this strategy, we should minimize the information transmitted to BCG. This is my idea."

The big boss neither expressed approval for my performance, nor did he even want to buy it. He just turned his gaze back to my face and asked, "Did Rudra talk to you?"

I jumped my eyelids twice and immediately denied: "No. He didn't even mention the recent internal inspections. Are you worried about him?"

"It's more than worry." The big boss suddenly laughed, "You really don't know anything, do you?"

As soon as the voice fell, he was still smiling.

I didn't even dare to move, looked at him, and said slowly: "You can trust me."

"I trust you." The big boss smiled, "I hope you don't live up to this trust."

"Of course." I nodded.

Then Jocelyn played the round again, and I was trembling all the time, but the big boss no longer wanted to tentatively, and only relieved me a little. The job is definitely not quitting. Nowadays, there are internal and external troubles. The company is in a deteriorating situation. Our department is walking on thin ice. If we simply consider from my perspective, the cooperation with Miss Pan De will not be stopped, but must be implemented more deeply and thoroughly. Kevin squeezed it down.

But in this way, I must...

Do not. Calculating each other in a company is one thing, but such a complicated mind can never be brought into personal life. Before I officially started dating, I made a promise to her. No one can stand without credibility.

With that said, I really don't look like my parents gave birth.

A faint sense of loneliness surrounds me.

When I returned to the office, I greeted Lao Huang immediately, picking up the boss's suspicion of the boss. I didn't say it thoroughly, but the meaning was already in place. He must understand my deep meaning. Now is not the time to talk about loyalty. People need to be aware of current affairs and know how to protect themselves wisely. No matter what the boss is because of what caused the big boss to be so jealous, how much of it is the truth, we want to mediate from it, but the worm shakes the tree.

For the present plan, I have to immerse myself in work.

There has been no further progress in the investigation of Jessica Tan. Liang Heng seems to be still tracing the connection between her and the boss or Kevin, but no one finds it on either side. He notified me of this privately, and I owe him a favor. On Huilin's side, taking advantage of the people in the company today, I also went to take a look.

For some reason, she played Tai Chi with me.

When I went to see Miss Pan De, I felt very heavy. If Huilin fooled me with it, I can understand it; but if it was Joselin's instruction...

I'm afraid the big boss's suspicion of me is already very deep.

If this is the case, it is really so-called not worth the gain.

Due to the inconvenience of meeting, Ms. Pan De and I made an appointment to meet at a coffee shop by appointment which is some distance away from the company. There is a tailor shop here, which is a very traditional Chinese tailor's suit shop. It relies purely on word of mouth and regular customers to maintain business. There is no so-called manager who controls the overall style. It focuses on technology and is not fancy. However, the level of women's clothing is really average: the allocation of women's suits is very particular, and there are many provincial roads, which can not be done by any suit tailor. Therefore, I haven't been to this cafe near it because it is convenient to talk about things and has a membership.

I saw Miss Pan De from a distance, walked over, smiled, and stretched out my hand: "It's nice to see you again, Sonia."

She was a little surprised, and shook my hand angrily and funny: "Mutual each other, Yao. Sit down?"

I sat facing her and said to the waiter: "I'm going to be the same. You can decide on the coffee beans. Thank you."

"Okay, Miss Li."

Miss Pan De looked at me with a faint smile: "Are you still a frequent visitor here?"

I nodded: "This is my little pastime."

"Do you like coffee?"

"No," I waved with a smile, "No, no, on the contrary. Walking inside this store is a smoking area. Some of the third parties are cigar customers, so I will bring them here to talk about things."

"You don't smoke, do you?"

"Yes."

"It seems that things are not going well with Party A. There is always room for compromise." If Miss Pan De pointed out, she said, "What are we going to talk about today? You take the initiative to invite me to meet here. What do you want to tell me?"

My smile faded a bit. If all goes well, I should resign from her tonight.

But now...

I sat upright, clasped my hands, and placed it on the table: "I just think it's more convenient."

Miss Pan De lowered her eyes and took off her mask. She took a sip of coffee slowly, and then said, "I heard that your department has had a difficult life recently?"

"It depends on how you look at it." I am vague with no guilty conscience. "At least for me, work is never easy."

"Are you suggesting that those rumors about Rudra have no effect on you? Both in actual business and your mentality."

How could it have no effect.

The boss took me into the industry and counted me as half a mentor, and a work partner who has been fighting side by side for many years. People are not vegetation, public but private, I feel complicated in my heart, half worry, half fear. However, this matter is not abrupt to me-I have been suspicious of him for a long time, since the beginning of Passer-by C incident, no, even earlier than that, the seeds of doubt have been planted in my heart.

And when such seeds break through the soil, the planting opportunities and the truth of the facts will be distorted by prejudice and become less important due to the incomplete perspective.

No direct evidence has been found to prove that the boss is involved in any illegal or illegal transaction of improper information. I don't know who he sold himself to: suppose there is such a real transaction partner in the ghost image.

Is there such a person?

Will it be the person in front of me?

"It seems that you really care about me." I smiled slightly and deliberately slowed down for a few breaths before adding, "Or our department. Thank you for your concern, but I think the facts will be revealed soon as the investigation progresses. , An innocent person will always be innocent again."

This thought made me feel terrified: but I didn't believe him.

Who destroyed my trust in the boss? Is it him?

I always feel that it is myself.

It seems that I am the kind of lone wolf who can't put emotions on others, and can't pay his back because of timid and incompetent. My mask is just an imitation of the human community, and I am just a skeptical dog, screaming at the shadows without proof.

I am afraid that others will not know that I am a coward.

Miss Pan De narrowed her eyes slightly, as if looking mercilessly at her chess piece, and as if concentrating on the gentleness of killing the enemy with the back of a knife, she couldn't start with me. She finally laughed at me and teased: "I thought you said you want to separate work and private life."

"I do think so." I leaned closer, holding my face, and looking at her, "but no matter what status you start from, you always care about me."

"—Okay. Now you are definitely flirting with me." There was determination in her eyes.

I looked closer: "Don't like it?"

Miss Pan De looked away, her smile flashed, and she concealed it perfectly: "Don't make trouble."

This topic was successfully avoided by me.

Although there is no evidence, no one has let go of the suspicion of the boss. Liang Heng, who had never had any grudges, doubted him, Jocelyn isolated him, and the big boss was jealous of him. Even I didn't believe him. Who is the initiator of all this?

Who is it that step by step, driving us to a dead end?

Faced with Miss Pan De, I could not ask. I don't think that with such critical information, just relying on playing a few minds and maximizing the blurring of the key points can coax her into the cloud and tell her all I want to know. I am afraid that she will not say it, and I am even more afraid that she will really say it.

If she answers, and the answer is not what I expected, do I pretend not to know?

Can I pretend not to know?

More importantly, I don't know what kind of answer I am expecting.

At this point, I can't even believe my own judgment: I thought the boss would not be interested in the position of the CEO of the subsidiary. It is based on this most basic inference that at the very beginning, I chose to forget the seed of doubt.

But he is a boss with a poker face, praise or derogation to me, the only criterion for judging me is the kind of look that may be admiration: I only saw him look at their dog that way. After all, is it admiration, or simply looking at the dog's eyes, no one has given me a standard answer.

Do i know him?

Now that the company is in a precarious manner, it is my own eyes that I have witnessed the continual decline, and I can't believe my thoughts and feelings.

I pretended to drop in—even though it was not even in the same direction—to send Miss Pan De downstairs to her house. She was very busy this week, and I was also very busy, and it was difficult to create opportunities to meet.

When we parted, she touched my ears, like a farewell kiss: As she was wearing a mask, all intimacy movements seemed deliberate, so I didn't respond much. It's just that the ears that have been blown by the night wind for a long time suddenly feel the warmth, and because of the usual good memory, it will not be let down for a long time.

Like a hug with a whisper, there is a taste of intimacy and nostalgia.

I received a call from the boss on the return trip. My aftertaste stopped abruptly.

He hopes to talk to me personally as soon as possible, in person.