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There may be two or three seconds of silence between us. It is said that the time is very short, but the strange feeling can't be dispelled. Its abruptness makes it impossible to ignore, we must know what each other is calculating at speed.

Kevin arranged the Jessica Tan's affairs. This is my guess. There is no evidence and it is not necessarily true. I thought that BCG might know about it. Although Kevin may have Kevin’s selfishness, he wants to do something to the boss when the European department has a bigger win. Please report in advance and BCG will keep an eye open. It might be possible to close one eye and cooperate on the periphery.

But the internal investigation is a confidential matter. I don't know the whole chain of evidence. I only read the information once when Huilin called down. How did Miss Pan De know what the core content was and what were the methods?

Those who participated in this matter were all credible people appointed by Josephine. The big boss personally deployed them. What can be said or what can not be said. This priority, people who want to sell the news should be aware of this. Unless BCG is the man behind the scenes-which is impossible from the timeline-then, only Jessica and the person behind her will tell the insider.

There is something more worth thinking about.

"Create" evidence.

The boss and I both thought that Jessica Tan relied on transplanting flowers. Assuming that the evidence comes from "creation"...

no no. The most powerful evidence was found at the beginning. If it is discovered later, Chief Liang has no reason to lie to me. Huilin personally told me to go down the same day. If she was suspicious of me and was defensive, such an arrangement would be unnecessary. It was purely an increase in the cost of extra work.

She lied to me. I looked at Miss Pande.

Okay, scam me again!

"Are you suggesting anything to me?" I sipped my mouth.

At this moment, my eyes must be very aggressive, Miss Pan De's cheeks were slightly stained red, as if she had just recalled a lingering feeling.

What is she thinking? Will she be as excited as I am?

"I would love to hear your understanding." She remained calm.

"According to what you said, and what I had before today," I put my hands on the table, "you sound like you are saying that your project team has been aware of the entire investigation process."

She smiled and squinted her eyes: "I'm a little confused. Where do we know?"

"Yeah. I want to ask this too." I stared at her. "What do you want to tell me?"

Is there Kevin's shadow behind this incident? I had guessed this a long time ago. Passer-by C was fired. With my handwriting, Miss Pan De can’t ignore this. She doesn’t need to come here to remind me.

Then it's Kevin's side. Kevin told Miss Pande about this before or after the event... The person in our department who really got in the way was Lao Huang, and it was me who was the actual threat to him. The boss was almost invisible in the frontal seesaw, even if Kevin wanted Striving for some form of support from BCG is also untenable.

There was a flash of light in my brain.

This is the will of the Kaiwen people?

I didn't have time to think about it. Faced with Miss Pan De, I couldn't be distracted. She put her cheek in one hand, and she seemed to have become silent and innocent with the night, and she was wearing a phantom that confuses her eyes like a neon light. She said softly again: "As I said just now, I hope you know that I treat candidates equally. The situation in your hypothesis does not exist."

She brought the subject back again, as if just an unmentioned mistake had just occurred.

I paused before remembering what we were talking about earlier. My skinned bass drum that doesn't sound very good...

She was really half-vigilant and couldn't lose it, a little carelessness, innocuous lies, casual Tai Chi, just like a paper drum, which can be broken with a single poke.

"It seems that I have misunderstood." I immediately chose to show weakness, "At least for now, Kevin and I are still in the same position-for you."

"I'm glad we can reach a consensus on understanding." She showed a formulaic smile without any affair, turned her head and thought for a moment, seeming to recall our original topic, "If the previous expression makes you think I’m sorry to offend. But I still hope you can explain why you didn’t report Rudra to me.”

We are back to square one.

Compared with the original, her attitude is completely different. Her friendly gestures are always so natural and smooth, as if it should have been, as if nothing happened in the previous daggers.

But I know she hid her anger.

Only I know that she still has an ambush.

I lowered my eyelashes: "If you remember, in fact, you haven't asked me formally before today."

"You should take the initiative to report." Miss Pan De's voice sounded a kind of friendly distance, very strange, "I think you know this."

"I don't know." I said.

There was still a smile on her face, but her brow sank slightly, almost impossible to find.

Miss Pande showed anger at the moment I spoke. She is still angry.

Do not. More angry than before.

This discovery made my vague excitement almost appear to the surface. I teased her like a prey who had just learned to use weapons and waited for an opportunity to counterattack, and then said silently, "At that time we just started dating. According to the rules, we cannot ask about work when we get along in private. I’m not sure if the change in our relationship brought you some adaptation challenges in the early stages...but during the entire internal investigation, you did not ask me about Jessica Tan."

Miss Pan De is still disguising. And her eyes were unavoidable with determination: "This still can't explain your concealment of Rudra's job-hopping plan."

"Well, you know," I don't know if I am smiling or not, "Rudra actually has a very personal relationship with me. He is a bit like my mentor. My focus is more on a certain... The feeling of failing expectations. When you and your mentor have different ideas and inevitably go on different roads, my mood is easy to imagine. In fact, until you put it forward, I thought it was more like Rudra’s personal choice. The overall development of the company, the impact of this personal choice seems to be insignificant."

But my arrogance undoubtedly provoked her.

And, it must be teasing her.

Miss Pan De took a breath and opened her lips slightly. Her eyes loosened in an instant, and the strong and familiar reflexes that followed.

I am on that condition.

She definitely thought of things that shouldn't be thought of at this moment.

"It’s not you who make the judgment." Unexpectedly, Miss Pande’s sense of distance became stronger. "Rudra is a senior manager in a key position. His staying under the influence of public opinion can even affect The company’s stock price. The extent to which Rudra’s personal choice can affect the overall development of the company is not you—at least it shouldn’t be you.”

I look over.

My arrogant anger showed a clue in her eyes.

"But I thought it was more of a personal..."

She interrupted me: "I will judge if it is personal, not you. We only agreed not to let work affect our lives."

——And never said that private life is not allowed to provide convenience to work. Her subtext came into my mind subconsciously.

I squinted: "You are really bossy."

"I'm your boss, Yao." She warned me, "Pay attention to your attitude."

I looked at her for a moment.

She is really not afraid of me at all. My threat was reflected in Miss Pan De's eyes. She clearly saw my provocation, the new fangs, and the excitement that I could not restrain, but she was not afraid of me. She was not condescending, nor did she choose to underestimate the enemy on a whim: she just wasn't afraid of me.

She is disciplining me.

I laughed: "What can I do for you, boss?"

Miss Pan De was slightly startled, and suddenly slowed down: "You are an employee of the client company, you don't need to call me the'boss'."

She didn't seem to expect me to lower my posture so easily.

"In the future, I will pay attention and there will be no such negligence again." I also did not say clearly what kind of negligence, "Now, is there anything I can do?"

It didn't matter what I said...she wasn't listening either.

Miss Pan De seems to be business as usual. When talking about business, her hands are always crossed like now, her body is slightly forward, focused, and it feels respected. The same is true in her eyes, and most of the time she invisibly narrows the psychological distance of the talker.

but not now.

Her eyes are resisting me.

My obedience is just a trap. She should be vigilant about this, and in a blink of an eye I knew that Miss Pan De was no longer here. She just kept falling, her eyes fell from her eyes to her lips, and she restrained her from confronting me.

Where is she disciplining me...

Obviously want to eat me.

I don't know if Miss Pan De still has the heart to work. I was already too angry, and, after seeing her anger, I just wanted to provocation, I just wanted her to beg for mercy in a low voice.

The huge irreconcilable contradiction finds an outlet for catharsis only by instinct, and the brain maintains its sanity and keeps turning a blind eye: but we are in front of each other again.

Miss Pan De refused to show weakness. She is always better than me. The misty water mist in her eyes is instantly disintegrated by the data, as if the light and shadow that have dimmed her, but the unnecessary light and shadow, the reality will be bright and upright when she restores her clarity.

She is struggling.

Like a piece of driftwood against the sea.

"I hope you can recall your responsibilities." Miss Pan De is still constructing her magnificent city. "On the other hand, the third-party monthly reports of your department always have ambiguities in the details. You. Can you try to make the situation clearer? No matter from which side it is, it saves time."

I looked at her lips, the wish could not disappear.

Miss Pan De raised her eyebrows slightly, waiting for my answer.

"Come to me tonight." I used an imperative sentence.