The cliché story of a domineering president and his secretary

Tyrants do have authority, and An Yi has truly experienced this.

Before she could contact the other departments, the HR, Administration and Finance departments had quickly transferred all the permissions and information files related to An Yi to the President's Office. The colleagues in the IT department took the initiative to quickly help An Yi install and debug the computer and phone in the new location. Li Xiaomeng was also a little more friendly than usual to discuss the handover with her. All departments were racing against time to win the first place, and they were just short of beating drums and shouting slogans.

I had planned to carry out these tasks leisurely the next day, and everything was accomplished without any worry.

The most heartbreaking thing is that An Yi had already started working at his new workstation before getting off work.

Is it really necessary to be so efficient? I hate it!

Several nearby locations were empty and there was no one around.

Her position didn't require her to have too much contact with other people, but before, she lived among people and it wasn't obvious. Now, not even a fly dared to fly over.

Basically, the people who passed by her were supervisors, assistants and clients who came to the president's office to see the big boss, as well as the president himself.

An Yi stared at the computer without looking away. At the moment, she had no expression at all and was concentrating on her work. In fact, she was so anxious that she was almost going crazy!

When she thought about the fact that she was under the boss's close, high-definition, full-range surveillance, she felt like she couldn't even breathe. Not to mention her body that had long been stiff due to her lack of motivation.

Fortunately, there is still an hour before get off work ends, and An Yi encouraged himself.

Ding Hong in the CEO's office looked at An Yi who was sitting in front of him. It was undeniable that he was in a good mood at the moment, a kind of pleasure of gloating. Although this might be suspected of using power to oppress others and bullying the weak, what did it matter? The king had absolute right to speak and decide.

He had never directed the efficiency of several departments, such as the finance department, which further demonstrated his supreme position in the company.

An Yi's position is different from the two seats facing each other in the sales department. Due to the functional design of the office space, she sits sideways in front of the president's office door.

At this moment, Ding Hong could appreciate the focused work of this female employee whom he considered to be "smart". Although Ding Hong could see how fake and stiff this scene was, his thick eyebrows like arrows slightly raised, and the corners of his resolute mouth also slightly curved.

An Yi, wearing a light grey dress, had a pleasing figure. Ding Hong admitted this: Well, it was better than the bare tables and chairs before.

An Yi leaned forward to take a folder from the corner of the table. With this action, her long legs were exposed more from her skirt. Although it was only a small part, it suddenly caught Ding Hong's eyes. When he recovered his eyesight, An Yi was sitting upright as usual.

The scene just now seemed to be beyond his expectations, but it was not something he needed to mind. This insignificant matter was not enough to occupy even one percent of Ding Hong's mind. He had already invested in the emails that kept sweeping towards him like a tsunami.

Finally it was time to get off work. An Yi was so happy that he stretched himself. Halfway through, he suddenly remembered his position and pulled his arms back in panic and frustration. But then he thought about it again. Manager Liu from the Administration Department had just entered the CEO's office. He must be talking to the big boss without distraction. An Yi felt much more at ease, but he didn't dare to delay. He packed his bag with minimal movement without looking around, quietly stood up, adjusted his chair, and quickly walked out of the range of the glass wall.

Phew! An Yi heaved a sigh of relief. Seeing her figure following her, Qin Shan couldn't help but smile softly. She walked up to her and said softly, "Is it tiring to sit in that position?"

"Yes, it's so terrible. It's only been more than two hours and now I'm sore all over!" An Yi was touched by Qin Shan's thoughtfulness and complained to her in a low voice.

Qin Shan was puzzled: "Why do you feel sore? Is it because of the move?"

Before An Yi could open her mouth to explain, Zhou Ya, who had already caught up from behind, joked, "Because Sister An An is sitting too straight, like a dummy at the door of the president's office. Of course, her body can't handle sitting like that for an entire afternoon!"

An Yi nodded repeatedly with a bitter face. In the afternoon, Zhou Ya was delivering documents to the big boss on behalf of her superior. She was fortunate enough to see Sister An An sitting upright with her back straight.

That position is indeed a blessing and a curse, the two girls thought to themselves.

Although they all have more or less girlish crushes on the big boss, the chance of them catching his eye is ten thousand times higher than being caught slacking off by the boss at any time, or being attacked by his anger for making mistakes!

Thinking of this, the two of them felt more sympathetic and understanding, and each of them hugged An Yi's arm. Qin Shan suggested having ice cream together before going home, and everyone agreed!

Yes, there is nothing better than having a cold drink to calm your nerves!

Ding Hong really didn't have time to notice An Yi's little movements before leaving get off work. Although he was sitting here, he had to deal with numerous affairs of several companies at the same time. The work that could be submitted to him was already a major matter that had to be decided by him after layers of screening, but the number was also astonishing. What's more, he had to hold various meetings with customers and company executives, and he could go on business trips at any time. He often lamented that he didn't have enough time.

Ding Hong is a workaholic and enjoys it. Of course, this is because he has extraordinary energy and willpower. All companies are in the founding or rising stage, and they cannot relax for a moment.

But what is even more amazing and admirable is that such an extremely high-intensity workload does not affect his enjoyment of life.

Every night, drinking and partying with friends and clients all night long is a way to relieve stress and reward yourself for your hard work, but sometimes it is indispensable in business, and even a very important social interaction.

When Ding Hong received a text message from his secretary at the headquarters, he quickly finished the work at hand, raised his head to straighten his sore neck, and walked to the water bar. While drinking coffee, he saw the sparse staff in the office area through the glass wall. Ding Hong thought of the interesting new landscape at his door and turned his head to look. As he expected, the female... um, the female employee, had disappeared.

Thinking back to An Yi's situation of picking up the express that day, and thinking of her fearless struggle this morning, Ding Hong couldn't help but laugh at himself: the only direct employee of this workaholic is a female gangster who just wants to do her job! But when he thought of the resume, he couldn't help but narrow his eyes. 34 years old, 9-year-old daughter, divorced... This is the reason for needing to get off work on time and not wanting to face pressure.

He looked away from the neat and tidy workstation, took another sip of the coffee in his hand, then put it down, picked up his coat and walked out of the president's office.

Tonight, he invited a few friends who were also called the second generation of rich people to drink together. Although they were just bad friends, they were invisible resources. After all, they had already started or would definitely take over the family business in the future.

The appearance of the big boss made the employees stand up and say goodbye. With a slight nod in return, Ding Hong strode out of the company. Seeing the steady and domineering figure disappear, the employees behind him all breathed a sigh of relief and continued to work overtime.