woman wearing irish linen shirt

After I got home, I went through Kevin's resume.

Flattering also requires skill.It is of course the worst case to be photographed on a horse's leg, but I have the same reporting line as him. Although he is two levels higher than me, his flattery is too explicit and ugly.Let’s not talk about whether I want to save face or not; I am based on my professional ability, not by acting like a vase.If you only show your pragmatic side, Kevin will be in power in the future, and he will abandon me like a shoe.

He's not the type to look down on women.That's why it's troublesome.

Kevin's background in Europe and the United States is limited, and his undergraduate degree was completed at Nanyang Technological University. From the observation of the number of years, the MBA at Stanford is likely to be paid for by BCG.Where did his personality of burning buns come from?Although he is very consultative in his work, conversation, and hobbies, I still feel that Kevin, who has come to our company as an executive from across industries, does not fully agree with the consulting company.

What kind of person is he?

How can I be used by him?

That day, Kevin invited me to dinner through BCG, which is worth pondering in itself.Let’s say he’s sending out a friendly signal. He’s putting on airs that night. If I don’t “keep my job”, I might be held up on a high platform by him; let’s say he’s suppressing me. It’s a private occasion again. , he has a lot of opportunities in the company, so it is completely unnecessary to do so.

Did Miss Pender say anything?

I still try not to think about her.

The boss' resignation is still a mystery on the stage, and Kevin must be very proud of the current situation.If the person behind Jessica Tan is really him, all of this can be seen as the result of Kevin's victory, and he must feel that the balance of victory is in his favor.

If I were in his position, I would also consider wooing myself: After all, there is no certainty now, and it is definitely not a good strategy to confront the big boss rashly—in this case, there must be someone who has enough weight to sing this drama for him .

This person is me.

Eyelids drooped, I closed Kevin's personal page.It was very reasonable for him to come to me.I was almost the only candidate, and it can also be considered that the cooperation between me and BCG must have been known to Kevin through some form.Because of this, I was more likely to be Kevin's double, standing in the opposite position and doing the dirty work for him that he couldn't do or didn't want to do.

But I don't feel good.very bad.

Like someone weaving a dense net, waiting at the end of the maze.No matter which fork I go to, no matter how many times I turn back and try again and again on the wrong road, in the end, I can only be caught.

Is it an illusion?

It's an illusion.

I swallowed.

Hope it's an illusion.

At Monday's conference, Kevin went from bad to worse.

Nor is this change in attitude limited to Kevin.After a week of fermentation and rumination, all parties finally caught up with the general trend.Now that our department has no leader, we all know that this place is a soft persimmon that can be manipulated by others. Whether it is BCG or colleagues from external departments, they dare to play with any narrow-mindedness.

Normally, I wouldn't be so weak.But now I want to subdue Kevin and act as a lubricant between all parties and departments. Those verbal pressures can only be endured.

Losing always starts with words.

But what else can I do, the boss has not attended the meeting with BCG, if I also charge forward like Lao Huang, who will sit in this position?Kevin seems to have seen this point, and when he asked related questions, he casually instructed me to answer for him like he would call any of his managers.The questions he posed one after another were very difficult questions, and usually everyone would avoid them, but unfortunately, in my position, I couldn't be perfunctory.

Is this a declaration of war on my behalf?

I don't seem to have a choice.

By the end of the conference, I had lost all energy and was exhausted physically and mentally.

Like a wolf that has been in ambush for a long time, he showed his fangs in a hurry, and repeated his tricks: "I remember hearing this statistic in last week's report... Yao, it was you who reported it, right? Can you give it to me?" Say it again, everyone?"

What he asked was the data used in a certain group meeting. I prepared the things for the big boss. I don’t remember what happened so long ago. Fortunately, he still remembers it fresh.I immediately said: "If you can give me 1 minute..."

"Have you forgotten what I just mentioned before?" Kevin's voice was slightly higher.

"Of course, there is no doubt that this is a very critical piece of data..." Without looking at him, I quickly found what he wanted on the computer and reported it, "I will post the relevant documents after the meeting I sent a copy to everyone's mailbox, please pay attention to check."

Kevin nodded slowly, showing his gentlemanly demeanor.No one in the conference room dared to show their anger, and I didn't dare to relax my vigilance at all. As expected, he made another movement.

"I'm pretty sure there's a paper document like this on my desk." Kevin said slowly, looking up at me, "Yao, do you remember where you put it?"

I droop my eyes.

bear with it.bear with it.bear with it.

I took a breath very slowly, barely noticeable, raised my eyes to look at him, and asked, "Do you want me to fetch it?"

I spoke slowly, but made sure everyone in the room heard me.

Kevin didn't answer the call immediately.He looked at me, turned his eyes, and then glanced at others, with an almost indiscernible pride on the mask.At the end, he showed a little surprise again, and said with some surprise: "No, no, of course not. But I hope we can discuss this issue later."

"Okay." My expression didn't change, and my attitude was warm.

The work handover of the boss has been put on the agenda.Kevin is concurrently in charge of his work as director, and the specific business is shared by me and Lao Huang respectively, and no clear ownership has been given yet.Perhaps it was because Lao Huang would follow him to change jobs, and the business allocation was obviously inclined to me: Of course, there is another set of rhetoric for the big boss, which is nothing more than how to value me and be optimistic about me.

If there is anything in the world that you cannot believe, it must be the cake that the boss drew for you.

This week I have a lot of field work. The company's focus is mainly on the ASEAN market with a larger population. I have never contacted some local third parties in Singapore. They are all contacted by the boss.The person in charge of the project needs to be replaced, so he has to visit in advance anyway. On Wednesday, I went to two third parties in one breath.

The children went back to the company first, and I couldn't shirk it, so I had a hypocritical working lunch with the boss of a company—steak at noon, even though I had never seen such a battle.

On the way back, I was a little sleepy, with the smell of meat in my mouth, and the satisfaction from the high heat in my stomach, and my mind was temporarily tired.No matter who brought it, whether it was an ancestor exploring the forest, or the legendary Prometheus, humans are always grateful for fire.The delicacy we are familiar with today, the fat and fragrance filled with soul meat, all of them do not need to be cooked with fire.

When I walked into the elevator room, far away, I felt a wave of heat again.At the entrance of the lobby, there was a tall figure, wearing a delicate brown suit with almost no luster, walking towards me at a leisurely pace.The sparks splashing in the empty hall are the ground trampled by her heels, her shadow, the dazzling afterglow, and the traces of her vivid fragrance.

I pressed the door open button of the elevator, and Miss Pender walked in, not surprised to see me.

We tacitly met each other's eyes, but didn't say hello.The door closes at my will.

It turned out to be a very fine linen material.Maybe some other material was blended, but at a glance I didn't see any noticeable knots on her suit.Miss Pan De really loves to wear linen, but she can keep the lines neat, as if it was originally loose sand, but under her command and admonition, she is also meticulous, so as to maintain the dignity of the superior.

Linen is easy to wrinkle, but it is also appropriate, with a sense of life that turns offense into defense.From the general impression, this is obviously not suitable for her, but why did I feel very appropriate when I saw it for the first time?

Will she be on vacation?

That's just her mask - she can only kill people.

Miss Pan De stood on the inside of the elevator, with half of her body hidden behind me. The distance was already elusive, and only the closed door stated the difference between the physical distance and the situation.

In the delusion, she seems to be embracing me, but also seems to be kidnapping me: it seems that the half she is covering is completely unknown, and what is gliding across my back at this moment may be her index finger, and once it is not as good as Pender The lady's will will turn into a sharp weapon in an instant, killing me without anyone knowing.

Why is she so bold?

I squinted my eyes and looked at the position of the surveillance camera.Is she so confident that she just found a blind spot?

Through the reflection of the mirror, Miss Pande captured my every movement and stillness.A smile gradually spread from a distance, like a top predator playing with her struggling prey, with the confidence of total control in every gesture, and the carelessness hidden in her eyes.

Like a cemetery of dead wood, all retreats have been pulled out bit by bit by the evil seeds in the soil, and she is like a faint kindling, facing the endless forest, knowing in advance that they will be defeated.

It was not her hand that pressed against my back.

What fluctuates in the world of the door is the opposite of falsehood, the thorns in the back, the unfeigned passion, and the calm and composed woman surrounded by discipline and responsibility.

I feel hungry for no reason.

But my hunger is no longer unfounded, and those looming and looming have all been clearly pointed out, and I am turning against the guest in the mirror world.

Miss Pender's face was far away from mine, but her voice was very close.She almost whispered, "Don't look at me like that..."

"What do you think of you?" I didn't look back.

She frowned in the mirror, and said like a mosquito, "You know it!"

The tone seemed exasperated.

I look at me, then at her.She was indeed looking at me.

Miss Pender was already following me.

I said, "I will take responsibility."

"How to be responsible?"

I tilted my head slightly: "You will know."