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I had a big head on the way to Jocelyn.

A pen, of course, probably only for signing, but what better gift for Miss Pender than that?The problem is, I said I'll give her a gift the next time we meet, and she's supposed to be at the meeting on Wednesday or Thursday, how do I get the message to Kevin?

I saw Jocelyn waiting at the end of the corridor from a distance, so I walked a few steps quickly.

To me, Jocelyn is far scarier than Big Boss.I'm not implying that she's intimidating in appearance: in fact she's often the face of the company.I mainly mean a feeling—I always feel that once I offend her, no matter who it is, that person must not even know how he died.

Jocelyn asked, "Did anyone see you coming?"

I shook my head: "The people from BCG went straight back to the twentieth floor."

Jocelyn responded, pursing her lips and sighing.I was in a fog when I suddenly heard her ask again: "Were you surprised just now?"

"You mean, about Sonia's speech?"

"I didn't tell you directly about her," said Jocelyn, "what exactly is the optimization plan they want to do."

"Oh..." I regained my strength. Before that, Jocelyn had been sending messages to BCG people for them to talk.

"What do you think?"

"Could it be that they're not sure they want to do that? After all, this problem doesn't have to be solved by, uh, changing the framework." I dare not directly use the word "break the company".

Jocelyn looked at me with a very kind look on her face: "You are such a little girl."

ha?

If it was someone else, I would have complained directly to HR, but Jocelyn is Jocelyn after all, even though she may only be five or six years older than me, if necessary, I can only be a little girl in her mouth.

"Find out what she wants," Jocelyn said.

"Okay." I tentatively asked, "I'll report to you, right?"

"Who entrusted 'this matter' to you, Yao?"

"big boss."

"Who do you usually report to?"

"Big boss," I said.

She shrugged.

"I have another question..." I carefully looked at Jocelyn, trying to remain as calm as possible, "Does Rudra know?"

Jocelyn looked at me.I felt her kind look gradually surfaced on her face again.

I quickly slipped away.

The boss praised me for my nonsense at the meeting.I breathed a sigh of relief, but still implied that we should cooperate properly in this regard-otherwise I would have no room for nonsense.Lao Huang is no longer in the office. He really decided to go to the gym every day during his lunch break to exercise.Father's love is great, but I don't know how many days he can be great: we are too busy.

I have made up my mind to give An Ning a chance, she just got promoted, and Kevin will appreciate her very much if she handed over this nomination certificate—at least for quite a while, he will appreciate her very much.But I don't think it's easy to clean myself up. If it's a few days later, it's easy to say, when the promotion and transfer news will be officially announced, she invites us to dinner, and there are some confused words at the dinner table, won't the news go out?However, the current situation does not allow it, so I have to create an opportunity quickly.

I looked around the office for a week: Rubendin, Rubendin, this is the wild Sanjay of our department, how could I forget him?

Because I was still busy and needed to communicate about many things, Xiao Ding and the others who were in charge of Vietnamese affairs did not dare to go to dinner.I returned the email repeatedly, and asked Xiaoding to have a simple work meal with me and chat with him about the recent work situation.This matter has been dragged on for a while, and Xiao Ding is basically familiar with the project situation, and gave me a few suggestions on the process while eating.

After saying a few gossips, I stared at the rest of the food in my hand in a daze.

"what happened?"

"Hungry," I said, even though I had just eaten a twelve-inch sandwich, "Reuben, are you hungry?"

"Not hungry. Aren't we eating?" He thought hard for a while, and suddenly realized, "Oh, you mean you are greedy!"

Now I suspect that he used his status as a BBC to insult his superiors in Chinese.

Of course, I am very generous.I said, "I've been busy on the weekends, and I couldn't make the tooth-beating ceremony. I just want to eat a meal of rice—the kind that should be well stewed. The rice in the food court looks like someone sat on their buttocks after it got cold."

He might be wondering what kind of rice that is, and say, "Japanese cooking rice is delicious."

I said, "But the side dishes are weird."

He nodded slightly, probably not quite agreeing with me.At this moment, he seemed to think of something: "By the way, that newly opened Zhe Bang Cuisine! Do you want to go? I'll call An Ning and the others. We can eat there in two days. If there are more people, we can order a lot of dishes."

"The one in Chinatown? Is it delicious?"

"Delicious." He stuffed the last bit of food into his mouth, "Then shall we go tomorrow? The day after tomorrow?"

"It's all done, call me when it's settled." I said expectantly.

The time was finally arranged at noon the next day.We didn't have a meeting, and An Ning was also free. The remaining two were in the design department.During the meal, An Ning shared the news of his promotion, and the matter has been officially announced.We agreed to have dinner and celebrate together on the weekend, and we also came to this store.

To be honest, Chinese restaurants in Singapore can only choose one between the environment and the taste, without exception.But we don't seem to be good at cooking in this line of work, and we can't expect to be exhaustive.

After dinner, I proposed to go to Orchard Road to buy puffs.I had a treat, and I packed my share—then said I was going to do some shopping nearby.Everyone is here, so there is no reason not to accompany them, so I handed over the puffs to two colleagues who were designing, and asked them to put them in the small refrigerator in the pantry, and specially instructed them to write my name on them. .

Both An Ning and Xiao Ding were laughing quietly, maybe they thought I didn't see it.

I looked embarrassed: "Why don't you go back first?"

"It's okay, I'm not particularly busy today." An Ning said.

Of course Xiaoding is with me.

There are several Japanese-funded department stores on this road, and one of them sells Namiki fountain pens, which is the brand my mother gave me.The pen was indeed a gift from her, and has been lying in my bag: but it has only been used for signatures, and has never been used as a record pen, except yesterday.Without it, pens at this price are relatively heavy, and Makie is not made to be a distraction when you take notes.

It wasn't in the first place that I thought of giving her a pen.It's just a coincidence, and I didn't expect her to ask about it.

This kind of possibility belongs to God helping me.I walked up while vaguely showing hesitation, and said, "I'll go there to have a look, you can just hang around and wait for me for a while."

Xiao Ding glanced at the name of the store, and raised his eyebrows at An Ning.

I bought the pen according to mine, and the workmanship is somewhat different from mine - the budget given by the boss is not enough - but the appearance is very similar.I fell in love with the pen, and it came out quickly, but I deliberately put the outer packaging in my bag when I got to the cashier.Walking out of the store, I smiled and said, "I've been waiting for a long time."

Xiao Ding shook his head: "Just go for a while."

I didn't answer the call right away.In the north, reduplicative words are generally not used in this way, but suddenly hearing a colleague say that was kind of cool, I endured it and said, "Let's go?"

"Let's go." An Ning responded.She looked like she had just noticed me.

Great, I was relieved, she was hooked.

As for the puffs, in the end I didn't eat them.That's what An Ning likes to eat.

I put away the cash register slip and the outer packaging carefully. If Miss Pande doesn't accept such an expensive item, she must return it as soon as possible. I don't want to just throw it in my hands.Cleaning is imperative, and I need to find my books—university textbooks are very, very expensive. Of course, in a "capitalist" society, textbooks are revised year after year, so it is certain that they will be more expensive.At that time, I didn't know that there was such an option as second-hand books. It was a bit difficult when I moved, and those textbooks were brought all the way to Boston because of their high prices, and then drifted to Singapore.

I was a recent undergraduate student with a naive side.I really thought I might look through it in my spare time.

It's not hard to find a worksheet among them.I deliberately ignored the boxes that had been left in the second bedroom because of the large amount of work, and pretended that the living room had been tidied up.Taking the blank side of the homework paper as the outer packaging, I wrapped a pen worth as much as my refrigerator in it, blocked both ends, and wrapped a rope.Then there's the actual packaging: I put it in a grocery bag made of recycled paper.

I admired my own work.I don't know why I'm a little excited.

Is this the joy of cheating?

Today's tranquility feels very strange to me.People are sometimes very sensitive to changes in things, but people are not.In my impression, An Ning is still the child at the beginning.Of course, this impression is ridiculous, purely ignoring the objective law of the development of things.

I'm not the same person I was ten years ago.

What was Miss Pender like ten years ago?I was startled by this sudden thought, and quickly shook my head, but in the next second, I had no reason to think of her current appearance.Will she accept this gift?If it was Miss Pender who ate pasta with me and gave me a mask, maybe it would be easy to accept it-but what about her who is usually in the company?Her transformations and every movement and stillness are so natural that people don't feel that she is in control of everything.And her control is unquestionable. After the experience of yesterday's meeting, I am quite sure of this.

Miss Pender will not be more than 32 years old.Rich resources can turn a project manager into a partner, but they cannot directly turn a child into a project manager.She can never be ordinary.

In the middle of the night, news from St. Paul flooded into my inbox, and the beeping sounded endlessly.I turned a deaf ear and stared at the food packing bag on the sofa for a while.

Will she like it?