“I mean, you don’t need to come to the office anymore.” In other words, she was fired! The assistant was taken aback. “P-President Fowler…” “Get lost!” Pierre roared again, scaring her so much that she instantly fled.
Once again, it was only the two of them in the room. Selena sneered, “Why are you so insensitive? She was deliberately ingratiating herself to you, but you dismissed her. Is there a boss like you?”
Pierre turned his gaze on her. “Why, are you jealous?” He could naturally see through that assistant’s little act earlier. Because he’d been single all this while, there’d been a revolving door of such moronic women around him in Empire Group even, not to mention Fowler Corporation. Thus, he’d long since gotten used to it.
“Not at all!” Selena realized that she truly couldn’t joke with him, else she’d be dragged into it. “Alright, let’s continue.”
“Continue?” Pierre arched a brow.
“I was talking about the proposal!” Glancing at the proposal scattered all over the floor, Selena crouched to pick the papers up, but her waist was truly too painful that she could only support her waist with a hand and pick them up with her other hand.
“What’s wrong with your waist?” Pierre noticed the problem with her waist.
“Nothing. It’s just a lingering effect from the time when I was with child. My stomach was too big, and I overtaxed myself later, so it’s a chronic illness,” Selena replied briefly. The problem with her waist was indeed a chronic illness. Sometimes, her waist would hurt when she was busy besides also flaring from time to time on overcast and rainy days.
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