The cliché story of a domineering president and his secretary

Compared to several service staff who lowered their heads and held their breath, An Yi's expression was gentle and calm, without any fear at all. Not only did the corners of his lips curl up in a beautiful arc, but even his slightly slender eyes were slightly bent because of his smile, and he looked straight at him with his bright black eyes, without avoiding or dodging.

Ding Hong understood what his Secretary An was waiting for and what he had decided at this moment.

An Yi usually has three expressions when facing himself. The first one: the obedience and fear he shows on weekdays; the second one: the indifference and harshness when he thinks his privacy is being interfered with; the third one is the expression now: staring at him without flinching, smiling calmly but staying out of it.

The first and second are fine. Even if the second is fierce and outrageous, there is still room for maneuver, and it is precisely because of this room that she will try her best to refute and fight. Only the third type seems the most normal, but it just shows that she has made a decision regardless of the cost. Her relaxed and calm expression is a resolute decision to no longer hesitate and have no worries.

"The things I ordered just now, double portion, to be packed up." Ding Hong did not lower his attitude and stared at the audacious woman, but his words were addressed to the waiter beside him.

"Okay, sir." The waiter, who had been timid all the time, responded as if he had been granted amnesty. After a little hesitation, he said, "But the taste and quality of the main dish will be affected after it is packed. How about I replace it for you?"

“Can we cook in the room?”

"In our hotel rooms? That's no problem at all. The cooking utensils are simple and we can provide door-to-door service to ensure the best taste of the best ingredients."

"Okay." Ding Hong was very satisfied with the answer, and his expression finally relaxed.

Without waiting for the boss's instructions, An Yi took the initiative to report Xiao Yang's room number.

Is your accurate understanding of your boss's thoughts only applicable to work? Ding Hong sighed. He casually ordered his own lunch, and the waiter respectfully left.

"Boss, I'll go find Xiao Yang right away and report any progress to you. I won't disturb your meal." Seeing the boss nod, An Yi wanted to turn around and run away.

"comfortable."

Her heart skipped a beat, fearing that something strange might happen again. Although she was extremely reluctant, she still stopped and obeyed.

"I didn't break my promise, did I?"

"Yes, you said before that it was limited to the office."

The conversation seemed inexplicable, but An Yi understood it. It was just that sentence: "I will not show up when you are in the office. If you violate this, your resignation application will take effect immediately!" I thought to myself: Boss, don't worry, I, An Yi, have always had a good memory and understanding.

However, after that negotiation, do you still want to pretend that nothing happened? Still dining alone at a table?

Sorry, absolutely not. Besides, there is a strong suspicion that the boss deliberately transferred Xiao Yang away. She is not interested in worrying about the reason.

I hope the boss will let her go so that both of them can save face. Otherwise, I would rather break the contract or even resign on the spot. An Yi has just prepared to buy her return ticket and let the human resources department talk to her.

"I know you like to eat light and easy-to-digest food, but your body needs red meat intake every day, so I ordered steak for you. Don't worry, it's a very tender part, and the weight is not large."

Listen quietly at ease.

"We'll leave in an hour and a half, no need to rush."

An Yi nodded.

"Did you bring the medicine you need to take before meals?"

An Yi was stunned for a moment, then thought for a moment and replied, "Yes, I brought it."

"Remember to eat. Let's go."

An Yi agreed and turned and left.

Finally, Ding Hong was left alone at the table. With a snap of fingers, the waiter came over.

"Put down the sunshade."

The waiter looked hesitant. Putting down the sunshade would affect the overall view of the restaurant, and the glass had a special coating so there was no problem with sunlight. Normally, they would patiently dissuade guests from making such requests. But this guest had a seat reserved for him personally this morning, and their manager had also made special instructions. In this case, he no longer hesitated and gave instructions to the control panel using the headset. The other party was surprised and confirmed with him again.

In a moment, the sunshade on Ding Hong's side slowly fell down.

At night, An Yi leaned on the sofa in her most comfortable position, watching the variety show on TV. In fact, her thoughts had already drifted back to noon...

After escaping from the restaurant, she rushed to Xiao Yang's guest room. At the door, the three of them had their extremely simple luggage neatly arranged, including the damaged suitcase that was said to have just been repaired.

Xiao Yang and they quickly finished their lunch. They didn't dare to enjoy it leisurely. They finished their meal like a cow chewing a peony, picked up their luggage and ran back to the lobby of the conference building to wait.

The only inappropriate thing was that Xiao Yang carried the simple meal he ordered all the way to avoid waste. An Yi felt a little guilty about this. Her sixth sense told her that the boss ordered two portions even though he knew Xiao Yang had ordered room service because she had to leave the restaurant. They were both her employees, so she couldn't let Xiao Yang eat the cheap food while she ate the expensive one.

It is hard for outsiders to imagine that the boss who is cold and arrogant to others is actually a person with a great sense of details. An Yi, the assistant, is quite touched by this.

They met Manager Li Sheng and the local regional manager in the lobby who were also waiting for the boss. They were there to see them off. The two groups of people who were chatting awkwardly saw the boss at almost the same time and hurriedly crowded into the black business car.

In the car, the leaders discussed work non-stop. An Yi also pricked up his ears and listened quietly. It turned out that the boss arrived last night, and under the introduction of Manager Li, he made an appointment with Mr. He, the bidding party A, for a dinner and had a good chat. In addition to consolidating the winning bid, they also set preliminary intentions for future cooperation plans.

An Yi secretly stuck out his tongue. This morning, I performed the script of Xi Xiang Feng with Manager Li in front of everyone. Boss, with your expansive acting skills and the abundant capital strength of the Ding Group, don't you consider investing in film and television? Make yourself famous by writing, directing and acting in a movie?

It was her first time to take a private plane. It was really different from a regular plane. An Yi tried her best to act like she had seen the world. Have you seen it? Of course, she had seen it in movies and TV series. Ahem... She couldn't make it up any more.

An Yi finally relaxed when the flight was halfway through. After all, the plane was a confined space. She was really afraid that the boss would continue what the restaurant had not said. She couldn't find a parachute to escape. Fortunately, their hardworking boss was always answering the phone and typing on the computer. He had no time to spare and didn't have time to look at her. An Yi herself tasted a red wine and enjoyed a luxury brand of pure handmade ice cream. Of course, she didn't understand, so she listened to the gentle and elegant stewardess' introduction.

She picked up a piece of honeydew melon from the fruit platter and put it in her mouth. Sweet, so sweet! Comfortable, so comfortable! The stewardess beside her was smiling and handing her a dinner menu for her to choose from. Looking at her boss who was still working, An Yi suddenly had a strange idea that her boss let his employees enjoy life while working hard. Compared with all the luxurious things on the plane, this absurd and wonderful illusion greatly pleased her.

Unfortunately, the good times were too short. After regaining consciousness, An Yi reluctantly got off the plane. The boss was picked up by other full-time drivers, and she was assigned to be escorted home by Xiao Yang. An Yi, who was worried about going the same way with her boss, suddenly felt happy and chatted non-stop along the way. Xiao Yang seemed to be infected by her and talked more than before. But An Yi always felt that Xiao Yang seemed to be worried, especially when she said goodbye to her, the look she gave her seemed to be a little worried and helpless. Could it be that she was seeing things?

An Yi changed the channel unconsciously, trying to think about what Xiao Yang wanted to say. Beep, beep, beep - the alarm rang, it was nine o'clock! An Yi immediately put aside all distractions, jumped up and grabbed the phone...

Another week passed smoothly, and the boss really kept his promise and did not come to Sun Technology.

No, to be precise, An Yi did not meet the boss at Sun Technologies.

"Frank said he saw the boss coming last night! He sat at Sister An An's workstation, reviewed and approved the documents, and then left in a hurry." The person who was gossiping was Millie. Several young secretaries were happily gathering in the tea room for a nap.

Zhou Ya added quietly, "Not only that, colleagues in the technical department who often work overtime have encountered this two or three times. Just like yesterday, the boss was so busy that he sat directly with Sister An An and didn't even have time to enter the president's office."

"Sister An An, is there a big move at the headquarters or one of the branches?"

An Yi said he didn't know. Then they started chatting about other news.

And the thoughts of comfort have been drawn away.

In just one week, three times to be exact. When she arrived at the company in the morning, she found that the documents that should have been sent to the headquarters had been signed and neatly placed on her desk. In addition, some small objects appeared inexplicably, such as the approval documents pressed under a crystal paperweight in the shape of a miniature deer; and a small box containing four exquisite candies was placed on the corner of the table as if abandoned...

They appear so casually, yet clearly show someone's traces like "a wild goose leaving its mark". Even the least sensitive can detect the strangeness, but there is no one to talk to or complain to, even the gossip group that is close to you. You are worried that you will be regarded as being self-indulgent or making a big deal out of nothing.

An Yi has collected the annoying little objects into an empty box, ready to leave behind when she leaves. The things that have recently made her suspicious keep disturbing her thoughts again and again.

That day in the restaurant, he let me go casually even though he had something to say. When I was about to leave, he stopped me and said something like that. You said he cared about me? Why didn't he even look at me, let alone communicate with me, during the whole journey?

Let's talk about keeping the agreement. Indeed, I didn't meet my boss in the office. She came after I got off work. Then why didn't she go to the president's office and sit at her workstation to review documents? Why was she so busy that she was only a few steps away? What about the small items on the table that were unknown in terms of ownership, price, and purpose?

Ask the boss directly?

Not wanting to contact him is one thing, but what if he says it's not his? Even if he's the boss, then what? Should I question his intentions? Whether he says it or not is one thing, but do I have the courage to listen?

Don't think about it, don't care. An Yi forced herself to adjust herself to avoid being distracted by irritability. In the past two days, the idea of ​​resigning was so strong that she wanted to call her boss several times, but finally gave up in frustration.

The reason is simple. There was no solid evidence for the last hand-holding incident. Could a small ornament or a few candies be considered as evidence? The difference in their identities and personal conditions was unbelievable to them, let alone others? Ambiguity is the most frustrating thing. You can interpret it this way, but he can interpret it that way.

An Yi rubbed his aching brows and finally understood why people with deep hatred and deep resentment always have deep wrinkles there.

When she came to her senses, she found herself sitting back at her workstation in a daze. She was determined to complete the task as soon as possible and escape from the "dangerous wall" as soon as possible.

Soon, she will regret her hesitation and indecision.

In fact, the saddest and most infuriating thing is that you cannot change your fate even if you make different choices.