Rong Jue turned his head and looked at Jian Jian behind him. Sure enough, he saw her eyes falling under his eyes again. He found something very interesting. She seemed to dare not look into his eyes. "The elevator password is 1314.
." He said suddenly.
Her half-draped long eyelashes were fixed for several seconds before she realized that the man in front of her was speaking to her. "Yes, I remember." Surprise flashed in her eyes, but she was cursing in her heart: Even if you tell me the password
What's the use? I can use the president's special elevator? I can't tell my colleagues in the company to do that.
With a "ding", the elevator quickly reached the 50th floor. The door opened and Rong Jue walked out first, followed by Jiang Jian.
Just when he was about to sit down in the secretary's office, he heard Rong Jue's instructions: "Please sort out your notebook and come to my office to work. I have something to arrange for you."
He frowned, showed no emotion, and whispered: "I know."
A big exploiter is a big exploiter. She was so serious about coming to the company to work overtime on weekends. Not to mention overtime pay or anything, she should be given a reward. But there was no reward, but she was actually assigned to work.
My mind was burned out, so why did I remember to come to the company on Saturday?
Cursing secretly in my heart, I still had to do things. I put down my bag, tidied it up a little, then knocked on the door of the CEO's office with my notebook in my hand. I heard the answer from inside and walked in.
"Sit." Rong Jue pointed to the chair opposite. She put the computer on the desk and sat in the chair. She didn't know if she was really petite or if the chair was too big.
Sitting down, she was almost buried in it, which seemed very unimpressive. Especially the eyes of the person opposite were still fixed on her, which made her feel uncomfortable all over.
Rong Jue chuckled: "It seems that I will have to buy you a special desk and chair to put here in the future." Apparently he also saw that the chair was too petite for the simplicity.
But she frowned at his words and raised her eyes to look at him doubtfully. What did this mean?
"You have to get used to it. As my secretary, you usually need to sit in an office to work, so I can give orders at any time. I don't like to have to ring the phone to convey an order." He smiled openly and spoke clearly.
Don't blink.
Is there such a rule? Why haven't I heard Zhang Fan mention it? The secretary and the boss work in the same office, so what is the secretary's office area outside used for? Is it vacant?
In the following time, Rong Jue did not talk any more nonsense, but just like what he said, from time to time he needed her to find a document, or type an e-mail, or record the details of one of his cases.
To tell it eloquently, but to be simple, you must write down most of the content in shorthand and then type it into a report.
As a secretary, he is naturally familiar with these tasks, so he does not feel strenuous. It is just that he works very intensively, and there is almost no time to breathe. When it came to an end, he tapped his fingers on the table and gave instructions.
She called for takeout, it was lunch time.
Zhang Fan had told her before that one of her jobs was to take care of the boss's stomach, and he gave her a takeout phone number. So after finding it out of the drawer, she found a random restaurant and called her. The takeout was very good.
Quickly, it took the two of them fifteen minutes to get enough food and clothing, and then got back to work.
By this time, Jian Jian felt like she was about to cry. Normally, even if she worked overtime on Saturday, she would only work overtime for one morning at most, and then sort out some work and take it back to do it. But in this situation today, how could she speak?
She said she wanted to go back? The boss didn’t leave, so could she, a subordinate, leave?
She is the kind of person who, when she gets into work, can abandon all external matters and concentrate on doing things. So after Rong Jue arranged for her to make this report, she concentrated on dealing with the data in it. She did not realize that she had been immersed in the report.
Someone in front of the computer focused on her, and the light in his eyes was inexplicably bright.
In fact, Rong Jue was really thinking carefully. He didn't expect that this woman looked delicate and not as glamorous as the women he had seen before, but her serious and devoted look at this time actually attracted him.
Serious women are the most beautiful, this advertising slogan is really true.