CEO is a high-risk job

#If you want to capture the heart of the target president, you need a pusher. As for the best pusher—there is always a female supporting role with a vicious double surname, hehe...——红宝书#

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The air pressure in the president's office has been relatively low recently. Few of the people who were called in came out intact. Sweating on their foreheads was considered light, and some even ran out crying.

How could Mo Ziye not be angry at being tricked by a little ordinary girl?But this matter can only be suppressed quietly. If someone in the circle finds out, he will lose face, so he let Zhong Xiaonuan go first.

So, Mo Ziye's suffocated anger was released on business matters.

"Hey! Secretary Li, what's the weather like in the CEO's office today?" Deputy Director Xu of the Finance Department asked Li Xiaoai in a low voice.

"Oh, probably, it's probably cloudy." Li Xiaoai adjusted his glasses in embarrassment, "The people from the sales department just came out of it, and last month's performance increased significantly, so..."

"Understood, President Mo will be in a good mood if the performance is good." Deputy Director Xu nodded knowingly, and smiled at Li Xiaoai meaningfully, "The growth of the company's performance is also due to Secretary Li."

How could Li Xiaoai know the twists and turns inside, and her focus was not there.She always responded with a decent smile to the words she didn't understand, "Go in quickly, don't make Boss Mo wait in a hurry."

Where did Deputy Director Xu dare to chat, he immediately walked back and walked into the president's office with a proud smile.

Ten minutes later, Deputy Director Xu hurriedly fled with the stack of financial statements on his waist, as if he had just swung his sword from the palace.

Because of a small omission in the financial statement, he was criticized by President Mo so much that he almost changed from the director to the general manager.

snort!snort!Xiaoqiu, oh Xiaoqiu, you dared to make a mistake for me in an extraordinary period. If you don’t train you on the spot when you go back, I won’t be named Mo!

Uh, wrong!Wipe off the sweat, my surname is not Xu!

The weather changed from cloudy to thunderstorms.Li Xiaoai mourned for the next person to enter.

She didn't expect that the next person to go in would be her.

"President Mo." After entering, Li Xiaoai didn't dare to exhale.

Mo Ziye stared at her with a cold face for 22 and a half seconds.

I just feel that President Mo's eyes are so deep that they can penetrate people's hearts and - clothes.

Panic beachhead said panic.

Li Xiaoai almost couldn't bear the full confession.

She...was she exposed?President, don't dare to ask for pardon... It's good to give him a chance to make a contribution.

Strongly report that Yu Lu from the PR department and Zhang Yu from the business department both have unruly intentions towards you and have already seduced you.

Take it lightly, Mr. President...

"After a while, Assistant Song will take you to pick out a dress for a private banquet. After the selection is made, Assistant Song will sign the bill."

"Ah?" Li Xiaoai's brain really crashed right now.

Mo Ziye's face became even more serious, "Do you want me to repeat it again!"

"No, there's no need." Li Xiaoai became more nervous, "I'll go find Assistant Song right now."

"Well. Hurry up and go back, the meeting in an hour's time can't be delayed!"

Li Xiaoai stepped out of the CEO's office as if stepping on the auspicious clouds, and then joined Assistant Song on the auspicious clouds, until she sat in President Mo's cayenne, her head was still dizzy.

President Mo asked her to pick out a dress!sign!Private banquet!

Where there is a thunderstorm, the sun is shining brightly.

The day in the Liberated Areas is a bright day!

Li Xiaoai was ecstatic in her heart.

President Mo is taking her to a private banquet?It means that he recognizes her existence and allows her to enter his social circle!

She just said, Boss Mo is not indifferent to her.

Most importantly, the private banquet is the best place for her to make a stunning appearance, bar none!

"Assistant Song, where can I choose a dress?" Li Xiaoai has this ability. No matter how the inner waves are turbulent, she still behaves well on the surface, quite like a sack-able to pretend.

"It's a dress customization workshop, not too far from the company, and you can arrive in 10 minutes." Song Cheng answered her patiently, "I called, and the designer will prepare ten dresses in advance and wait for you to come. Chosen."

"Thank you, Assistant Song." Li Xiaoai is a public secretary, and Song Cheng is a personal affairs assistant. They basically don't have any overlapping affairs, and they don't have much contact with each other, so they don't know each other very well.

"You're too polite. You all work for President Mo. Speaking of which, it's the hardest for you to be secretaries." Song Cheng gave Li Xiaoai a big hug without a trace.

"Assistant Song is really polite. I just came here a few months ago, and I don't understand a lot of things." Li Xiaoai also said politely, and asked like gossip, "By the way, I heard that Assistant Song and President Mo Have you known each other for a long time?"

Song Cheng's popularity in the company is very good, and she is also good-looking. She ranks fifth on the company's list of handsome men. Of course, Mo is always at the top of the list.

Li Xiaoai was happy to have a good relationship with him, and she didn't expect him to say good things about her in front of President Mo, but only hoped that he would not say bad things about her.

"Yes. My father used to be Chairman Mo's subordinate, and Mo and I have known each other since we were young." Song Cheng did not hesitate.

No wonder President Mo trusted Song Cheng so much, and Li Xiaoai became more determined to make friends with him.

Li Xiaoai originally thought that the place named the workshop would not be too big, but she was surprised when she went up. The workshop occupied an entire floor of a high-end office building, and the people inside shuttled around in an orderly manner. busy.

Li Xiaoai enjoyed the service of a dedicated person, and she was dazzled by the ten sets of beautiful long dresses that were either sparkling or dragged by light gauze.

"Just this one." She finally chose a pale pink one, tried it on, and it was really radiant. Seeing the amazement in Song Cheng's eyes, she felt a little proud.

Because of the size problem, it needs to be slightly modified. Song Cheng made an appointment with the other party to pick it up tomorrow morning, so as not to miss the banquet three days later.

For the next two days, the low air pressure around the president's office did not improve, but the secretariat in some areas was clear and clear. Li Xiaoai enthusiastically reminded colleagues who came to report to the President's Office about the weather conditions, and received a lot of feedback. friendzoned.

"Excuse me, miss, what's your name?" Li Xiaoai asked the visiting woman formulaically.

"Joe." Just this one word, and the fact that Chanel, Hermes, Cartier and other great gods appear on her body, it shows the inherent arrogance of this girl, which leads to the fact that she may have a prominent family background .

Li Xiaoai confirmed at a glance that the woman surnamed Qiao belonged to the same class as President Mo.

"It turns out that Ms. Qiao has arrived, and President Mo is in a meeting. He asked you to come and wait for him in the president's office." Li Xiaoai showed a professional smile.

The woman surnamed Qiao didn't even lift her eyelids, and walked into the president's office familiarly.

After a while, Song Cheng also entered the president's office carrying a gift box. When passing by Li Xiaoai, he smiled at her friendlyly. He has the privilege of entering and leaving the president's office at any time without notification.

After a while, the woman surnamed Qiao came out with an angry face, and walked in front of Li Xiaoai with even more anger, "You picked out the clothes for me? What kind of taste! Also, who allowed you to try them on!"

Li Xiaoai suddenly felt cold all over. It turned out that President Mo didn't want to take her to a private banquet, but really asked her to choose a dress for Miss Qiao, who was very similar in stature to her.

Because the blow came so suddenly, her real emotions leaked out for a while, and Miss Qiao took a good look at her.

"Ha!" Miss Qiao tilted her head and sneered, "I said, secretary, you don't think that dress is ordered for you, do you? It's so whimsical. What is it!"

It didn't take long for Li Xiaoai to lose her composure, and when Miss Qiao sneered, she had already figured out the situation at hand, and the best way to rescue herself from the predicament was to show weakness.

She expected that among President Mo's admirers, there would be a woman who matched him. Such a woman would be her strong opponent, but if it worked well, the opponent would become a pusher and a pedal on the road between her and President Mo.

Since Miss Qiao is willing to be the stepping stone, she will let her do it!

If the enemy is strong, she is weak.

Li Xiaoai made a deep bow to Ms. Qiao apologetically, "I'm sorry, Ms. Qiao, it was the designer who asked me to try it on to change the size, so..."

"Hey! How dare you try on clothes for me like a country bumpkin like you? The designer is blind to let you try!" As Li Xiaoai expected, Ms. Qiao was shocked when she saw her pitiful and innocent appearance. Even more angry.

Originally, Ms. Qiao considered that it was a public place, she was very close to Li Xiaoai, and her voice was very low, except for the two people involved, no one else could hear her.But when she got angry, her voice became a little louder, causing people in the next room to poke their heads out.

"I'm sorry, Ms. Qiao, I..." Li Xiaoai's eyes were filled with tears, and she couldn't let the tears flow down after she endured it.

There is no need to pretend, she acted with true feelings, every word of Ms. Qiao poked her sore spot, and her dream for a few days was shattered, it would be no wonder if she could bear it.

"So, I am the one who is blind!" Mo Ziye came not too early or too late.

The author has something to say:

I wrote a short story two years ago. I revisited Jinjiang two days ago and saw that half of the article was published. Although no one read it, I thought about the beginning and the end, so I posted the rest so that I could finish it.