MTL - The President’s Secretary Wants to Resign Everyday-Chapter 32

After eating the fried noodles, I couldn't bear the pointing of the crowd, so I went to the convenience store and bought a mask to cover my face.

In the afternoon, I hid in the toilet cubicle with my laptop to work.

During the period, I heard countless female colleagues discussing gossip about me. Almost all female colleagues believed that I was very scheming.

My heart is so bitter.

It's time to get off work, I think I have to go back to the secretary's room, the bag with the keys is still locked in the drawer.

I tiptoed into the secretary's room and greeted the hostess's confused gaze. I gave the hostess a "shush" gesture. As soon as the cat lowered his waist and wanted to take the bag, he was caught by the president. Got caught.

The president's commanding tone is a tone that I am very familiar with, "Secretary, I don't care what method you use, buy flowers to fill her downstairs garden and surprise her."

This "secretary" who was asked to work, and this "she" who was about to receive a surprise, both happened to be me, which was a surprising discovery.

I straightened up and refused, "Hehe, I won't buy it."

In the eyes of the president, a raging fire ignited, "Woman, you are so bold..."

"President, please don't pay for personal expenses through the company account in the future. I will report to you the sum of the 'receivables from the president' in the 'other receivables' tomorrow. Please return it before the end of the year, otherwise it will be recognized by the tax authorities as disguised dividends and you will need to pay personal income tax."

Before the president could react, I grabbed my bag and rushed back to the women's toilet.

Ten minutes later, I was at a loss when I was sitting on the toilet with my bag in my arms and I heard a strange man calling from the door of the bathroom, "Ahem, Mrs. Future, are you in there?"

I was going crazy, "No! No! No! I'm dead! Also, stop calling me that!"

How could the conscientious black suits listen to me and change their words, "The president asked you to call you that. Mrs. Future, are you off work? We'll take you home!"

Ah ah ah, who can understand my pain? I growled, "No need! I'll just go back by myself! Let's go!"

In the women's toilet, talking to a few big men, I always feel a little weird, it's either a perverted person or a perverted accomplice.

"No, Mrs. Future, the president said, your status is different now, we must **** you home!"

I made a final roar, "Really not!"

"If you don't come out, we won't leave at the door."

In my mind, I roughly imagined a scene where several big men in black suits were sitting in a row at the door of the women's toilet.

The female staff are likely to call the police.

In order to prevent the Batian Group from wasting police resources due to this kind of thing, I came out in despair and let the guy in the black suit put a wreath on my neck.

Then, in the black suits, "Congratulations! Congratulations! Future! Come! Husband! People! Off! Work!"

By the way, the band that desperately avoided in the morning still showed up after get off work.

The famous saxophone "Go Home", you deserve it when you get off work.

I rented a car overnight.

The next day, I got up at 5:30 in the morning, drove my rented car, and drove all the way to the company as a thief.

At nine o'clock in the morning, because the president who didn't block me at my door was furious, I found my car based on the surveillance video in the parking lot of Batian Building.

The car keys were confiscated.

I gave my old face to the person in charge of the black suit, who I hadn't seen a few times, Xiaohei, who was in tears, understood the reason, and finally used the legal reason that not returning the car would affect the credit record. persuaded the little black brother.

During my lunch break, I returned the car to the rental car company under the supervision of the president.

During the period, countless calls from the head of the cemetery who tried to consult with him were rejected.

That night, I rented a uniform of the delivery boy, as well as an electric car and a helmet.

I want to see which black suit can recognize me tomorrow.

Humph.

On the third day, I got up at 4:30 in the morning, put on the uniform of the delivery boy, rode my little electric car, hummed a little tune and drove to the company.

At nine o'clock in the morning, because the CEO was furious because he didn't block me at the door of my house, I found out my little electric car according to the surveillance video outside Batian Building.

The electric car and the uniform of the delivery boy were confiscated.

I was used to it, and I was so moved by the tears of the little black brother that I was already familiar with, and finally persuaded the little black brother with the reasonable reason that the deposit would be deducted for not returning the electric car.

During my lunch break, I returned the car to the rental car company under the supervision of the president.

During the period, due to the advertising effect and human conformity, Batian Mausoleum... ah no, the current royal secretary's cemetery has sold out all the sky-high cemeteries for sale in one go, and the sales volume is not enough for Batian. Although it is a small number for the group, Mr. Batian and Mrs. Batian each called me to praise me once.

I accepted the praise from the Emperor Taishang and Queen Taishang with tears.

That night, because I had to accompany the president to the dinner, I failed to sneak off work behind the president's back, and was forced to enjoy the president's forced earthy pursuit scene in person.

At the end of the dinner, in response to the president's unrepentant request, the process of returning home is as follows: the president first drives me home as a suitor, then I drive the president home as a secretary, and then I Take a taxi home.

There are ten million swear words running wild in my heart.

On the fourth day, I became a Buddhist, and I wanted to open it. Why don't you take the free shuttle bus? It's a company benefit.

I didn't wait for the black suit to invite me today, I jumped on the president's car by myself.

I am worried that I may not be far from Stockholm Syndrome.

When the president called my name, I was searching: [How to apply for a personal restraining order against the boss? 】Unfortunately, my country has not promulgated relevant laws and regulations.

The president frowned slightly, probably because he was very unhappy that I ignored his existence, "What are you looking at?"

I closed the search interface, pretending to be serious, shaking my head like a rattle, "Nothing."

The president's voice was cold to the bone, "Woman, sitting next to me, you don't pay attention? Huh?"

Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!

But I'm already very experienced with this.

I turned my head out the window nonchalantly.

Huh?

This is not the way to the company!

No, there is no need for the president to go out in the morning.

I was confused, "President, where are we going now?"

The corner of the president's mouth curved up, "Don't you want to go to the playground? Huh?"

My forehead twitched a few times, "Can you not add an um after every sentence?"

The president's smile was instantly cold, "Woman, no one dares to question my choice."

I frantically rubbed my hair, ah, it doesn't matter, who doesn't have a mantra or something.

"President, I cannot be absent from work without reason. This behavior is a violation of labor discipline, and according to Batian Group's employee reward and punishment regulations, I will be deducted from the salary of the day at the end of the month."

The president turned a deaf ear and arranged the itinerary according to what I casually said last time, "Going to the movies tomorrow, the day after tomorrow..."

“According to Batian Group’s employee management regulations, if an employee is absent from work for three days without justifiable reason, Batian Group has the right to be removed from work.”

The president paused for a while, clearly trying to digest what I just said.

I hurriedly explained, "That means I'll be fired."

The president sneered disdainfully, "Oh, a joke, you are my fiancee, who would dare..."

I sighed deeply, "President, in the relationship between two people, you can't always make unilateral decisions. You also need to consider my feelings and ask me if I want to."

The president who has lived so big and has always been resolute and accustomed to being alone is shocked.

There is such a new thing as "other people's will" in this world.

However, my threats did not work, and the president insisted on taking me to the playground.

Of course, it is the usual operation of the bosses.

The president of the high-end atmosphere obviously thinks that the playground is very small, and reluctantly dragged me to play several projects.

I was wrong.

I apologize for my resistance in the car this morning.

Cut off work on weekdays and play at an amusement park with more employees than tourists, it's so cool, really.

I smell so good.

Once I accepted the setting that the boss forced me not to go to work, the psychological pressure was gone, and I was flying in the playground.

In the evening, the president took me to a romantic candlelight dinner.

Two times in a row, I almost fell into this.

Dim lights, romantic music, smoky alcohol, and lovers around me.

The thin lips that sip red wine, the fingers that hold the knife and fork.

The sophistication of masculinity exuding from the appearance of the president is simply suffocating.

I'm almost lost.

Fortunately, when I was so confused that I had to go to the bathroom to touch up my makeup, a work text message brought me back to my senses in time.

I took out my phone and looked, Mom, the people who are looking for me can go around the world hand in hand.

I finished the candlelight dinner in a hurry and went home to work overtime all night.

So the next day, the president said that he would take me to watch a movie, and I refused without thinking about it.

Of course, when I refused, I felt a lot of pain in my heart.

Who doesn't want to be a happy salted fish lying flat?

Who wants to work?

But my refusal was again ignored by the president.

When passing by the Batian Building, the president grabbed me, who was unbuckling the seat belt and desperately trying to jump out of the car, and regardless of my struggles, pressed me on the back seat until I reached my destination , carried me directly into the private home theater of his villa.

I’ve embraced an old saying since I was a kid.

Come all come.

So I chose a very old love movie and went to the kitchen to get cheese, ham slices and red wine.

Two hours later, I was nestled in the sofa, crying hard for the poignant love between the hero and heroine.

The president suddenly embraced me and gently pressed my head on his broad shoulders. His voice was low and hoarse, but full of soothing power, "Don't cry, I'm here."

I raised my head with tears in my eyes, the president's well-defined jawline was less than a centimeter away from me.

I twisted nervously.

The president turned his head slightly towards me.

Unprepared and vaguely expecting, I crashed into a pair of deep, dark eyes.

In order to facilitate watching movies, the backrest of the electric sofa was lowered and the footrests were raised, giving me the illusion of lying on the bed.

Hazy, I think God is really fair.

This man has nothing in his mind, how can he look so good?

Suddenly, a terrible thought popped into my head.

The atmosphere is so charming, the other party is so good-looking, and it seems unreasonable to not take advantage of it.

This evil thought quickly absorbs nutrients, expands and expands recklessly in my mind, until it occupies all my thoughts.

“Boom—”

Sinful thoughts burst into pink sparks fueled by alcohol.

I found exactly that perfectly contoured lip, and put my head up.

I must be crazy.

The author has something to say:

Thanks to the little angel who threw mines: Lofvalle1; Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!