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Ms. Cui let me leave the reception room before I was on pins and needles.

I originally planned to stay there all the time, but the situation in the meeting room is still unclear. I have to worry about how to keep the big boss in place and how to tactfully mention it to the big boss.I wasted there, and I wasted. Why don't I get out of that environment, that way of thinking, and then calmly make some plans.

I arranged for a young female colleague who knew everything to be guarded at the door of the reception room. I repeatedly explained to my colleague and the two security guards that Ms. Cui must not leave people around, let alone let her approach the meeting room—to ensure that they all understand the importance of the matter. I didn't dare to leave until after sex, and it was almost 10:30.

I felt nauseated in my stomach, and I ran to the bathroom quickly, but after a long time, all I had to wait for was dry.Slowly patting my chest, I was not in a hurry to get out of the cubicle.

Overwhelmed with water.

Li Ye, a native of the Tang Dynasty, was a monk when he was a young man, and died under a stick.Everyone in the world knows the phrase "the highest is the sun and the moon, the closest relatives and the closest husband and wife", but they don't think about the deep meaning.

To say that they respect each other as guests and raise their eyebrows like a guest, these days it is rare.There are all kinds of couples, but this kind of couple is rare, as if the spouses in a civil union are either full of affection or seem to be divorced.Naturally, I am not qualified to judge other people's family affairs, but if one day, I have to go through many traps to find the closest person in the world, even if I know that the blocker is unintentional, and I know that everything is just "business"... So I Even the marriage itself has become official.

Thinking of Ms. Cui's attitude, I instinctively raised my vigilance.If this is known to anyone in the group—

I spit it out.

I didn't go to the meeting room all morning, and Jocelyn emailed me some key information in the middle of my busy schedule.It was tacit understanding that neither of us mentioned what had happened in the drawing room.

I didn't see the big boss until noon.At first I thought I should think he was some kind of monster, but when I took a closer look, the big boss was still the one I was familiar with: But am I really familiar with him?

I refrained from thinking elsewhere.The company is not a moral trial court, and I cannot be anyone's judge.I just endured, while digesting the emotions I had for no reason, while reminding myself to remain professional, considerate of others, and share their worries.Seeing that I had been following far behind, he let Jocelyn lead the way.I knew at a glance that Jocelyn hadn't said anything, and I felt even more embarrassed.

It's not easy to speak in her capacity, but in the final analysis, she is the secretary of the big boss.I have dealt with this matter. It is obviously impossible to pretend to be ignorant in front of the big boss.We have only been together for a short time, even if he regards me as his right-hand man, he will inevitably have scruples about private matters.If Jocelyn doesn't leave the company after this incident, and the big boss feels hesitant again, he might have to tear down my arm.

No one wants to have someone by his side who reminds him of his failures. Seriously speaking, this is a private matter of the big boss, but this matter can be big or small. If the two get to the point of divorce, it will inevitably involve the division of equity. My attitude If you don't handle it properly, you will be a thorn in the side and a thorn in the flesh of the big boss in the future.

"Is there any movement from the group?" The big boss looked serious and asked in a very low voice.

"It's something else, but you need to deal with it as soon as possible." I tried to maintain a business-like tone, "Your wife is waiting for you in the reception room at the back downstairs."

The big boss froze and looked at me with a frown.How dare I look at him, lowered my head slightly, and took a step forward: "Shall I take you there now?"

He was half a step slower, but still followed me in the direction of the stairs. The "strategic partner" had disappeared from the elevator. I was walking, afraid that the big boss would ask questions, but also afraid that he would not say anything. In the end, the two of them went downstairs without saying a word.Putting my hand on the security door, I paused and said, "I arranged two security personnel at the door to ensure your wife's safety. Do you need me to let them leave first? Can you wait here for a while?"

The big boss thought for a while, then shook his head: "No need. Let's go."

"Okay." I pushed open the door and followed half a step behind him.

When I got to the door, I winked at the guarding colleague.She took the security guard and left first, and none of them spoke, but the people inside the door must have heard the sound of my high heels.

"Do you want me to stay outside?"

He looked at me, but still shook his head: "You have worked hard. Today I can't leave for a while. The situation is special, and I have to deal with special matters. At the lunch meeting at noon, I need you to preside over the situation on my behalf. You must have an identity. Let Jocelyn introduce you. As for Li Ruijie and the others...Let’s do it for the time being. Be flexible. If it’s not possible, don’t think about procrastinating. It went well as expected, so you can do your job well."

"Understood." I replied, "Call me if you need anything."

He nodded slightly, pushed the door open and entered.

Due to the limited number of people in the public place, the lunch meeting was not very crowded, but I still stole the limelight.This kind of thing has always been hidden, I knew it well, and silently prepared for Kevin to confront me.

When Jocelyn introduced me, she used a very strange title, saying that I was "the person in charge of a core business", without adding a specific position, let alone explaining my position in detail.She hardly took the initiative to speak, and she faintly wanted to help me.This is exactly the opposite of what I had expected. I know that starting today, the big boss will not allow me to hide my strength and bide my time.

Taking advantage of the gap, Jocelyn quietly told me about the meeting.The number of people who can sit in a meeting room is limited. No matter what their identities are on the surface, since they participated in the first round of meetings, their position must be crucial.The "little soldier" who was suspected by Jocelyn to hide his position was also there. I paid special attention to it at the lunch meeting today, but he was in his thirties, and he was very poorly dressed—all of them—carried a The square, small soft bag has no "official air" and it is difficult to judge the depth.

I chose a very pragmatic topic at noon, and briefly introduced our company's geographical development achievements and some of my insights into the Southeast Asian market over the years.It can be seen that everyone is listening very seriously, but the "little soldier" is obviously more interested in technical topics. He took the initiative to ask twice during the whole process. I can't find it either.

Back at the company, I said: "That person should be from the headquarters of their group, not like someone from the investment department."

"Could he come from the company next door?" Jocelyn obviously agreed with my judgment, but remained cautious.

I shook my head: "Our neighbor's employee will not appear in our company so openly, he must have come from China. But the position..."

There is too little information for me to make a judgment.

"That's not important." Jocelyn said immediately, "They deliberately concealed it, which shows that the other party's identity is sensitive; but the person showed up, and it shows that they are not afraid of being found out. This means that they are very cautious about this investment—but they are also very cautious. Pay attention to."

I nodded slightly.

It's time to continue the meeting, but the big boss hasn't come back yet.Jocelyn left his seat vacant, and I took the old Huang to start.He returned to the chair at about a quarter past four. Today’s meeting was very exhausting. We employees who are not the main focus and can take a break from time to time can’t bear it. Jocelyn has been up all day. Stay energized.

I also don't know if her power is sufficient in the current situation, whether it is just a bluff.

The emotion in Jocelyn's eyes, who held my arm in the morning, can't be fake.

In the end it is senior, I have mixed feelings in my heart: One day, I will have such a hundred faces, will I completely distinguish between public and private, and will I simply abandon everything about me?

All kinds of emotions in this world are easy to restrain, but guilt is something that people cannot control.Because of this, morality constitutes the bottom line of public order and good customs, and the yardstick in everyone's mind, which belongs to the public's "goodness", comes from guilt.

Does a person who works for profit also deserve to have a conscience?

In the evening, the big boss left with Ms. Cui.I didn't see it with my own eyes, but here's the evidence: Jocelyn wasn't following the car.

She didn't seem surprised at all when she saw me. She took off her mask, took off the bag she had just carried, flung it casually to the table, and pouted at the empty desk and chair next to her.There are three separate desks outside the big boss's office, but only Jocelyn uses them.

This situation may not last long.

I went over to put my bag down, and pushed the cushions of the chair up to Jocelyn's desk, and she gave me half a seat.I said, "Do you sometimes feel that this chair is for men?"

Jocelyn raised her eyebrows: "How?"

"I think I'm tall enough, at least above average." I sat down, leaned on the chair to sit a little deeper, and lay back, demonstrating to her, "This thing is not supporting at all. My neck. Why do the designers of ergonomic chairs think we need to be propped up on the back of our heads?"

She lowered her eyes, remained silent for a moment, and suddenly laughed: "Maybe it's because our brains are too precious?"

She rarely smiles like that.

I was slightly surprised, looked at her, and just asked: "Is it too expensive to withstand a fall during fatigue shock?"

Jocelyn shook her head with a smile, opened the filing cabinet at the corner of the desk, "slapped" and "slapped" two glasses on the table, picked up the wine bottle and shook it: "Do you want some?"

I glanced at it and nodded, "Just give me a small cup."

What she produced was a large bottle of vodka, about half of which was left in the bottle.Looking at this posture, Jocelyn has always been a pure drinker, which I didn't expect.I don't know that she has the habit of drinking, and vodka is a kind of very boring wine, there is nothing else but alcohol taste, it can't please the taste buds, it can only satisfy the body's craving for alcohol path dependence.

I don't like to drink.

But today, I must have a drink with Jocelyn.