I pulled a smile, "I don't do free stuff, a jar of candy as a trade."
"That's it?" Damon was half-hearted, but looking at my expression, he said, "Well, you better be honest and don't give me any trouble!"
If you're afraid I'll cause him trouble, don't ask me to be a temporary secretary, there's something really wrong with this guy!
Anyway, it's not good to stay in the bedroom, I always feel like I'm not popular, and the whole person is about to wither away.
I put on my clothes and went downstairs, Linda was making arrangements to serve hot steamed eggs, "Miss, eat while it's hot, steamed eggs are better absorbed."
I gave my a big smile, "Thanks Linda."
Monica and Wesley Rubinstein were already eating, and Wesley Rubinstein gently motioned for me to sit down.
"Did you have a good rest yesterday, Damon said you were still asleep when he got up." Monica said.
"Well, it was fine, I woke up from a nap only to see that he was already up and said he was taking me to the office today."
I said, a little disturbed by Monica's unsolicited question, Monica was intimidating in her majesty.
"Did he say that? What's the point of taking you to the office?" Monica asked, looking up.
"Said to see, let me give him a temporary secretary to help, specifically what to do I do not know."
When talking to Monica, I couldn't focus all my attention on the food, I was afraid of this woman.
From the first time we met my talk said one thing, the second time I came up and hit me, Damon didn't like me much either, I had a scare mentality every time I bumped into my sight.
"Good help, let him pay attention to the injury, this time to bring bodyguards over, you pay attention to safety." Monica said.
I nodded and took a long time to finish my meal, Damon also came down from upstairs and was reading a magazine on the couch.
Why did he have to bring me to work? I also wanted to take advantage of his absence, it would be better to communicate with my good friend, it had been a long time since I had contact.
After the meal Damon and I got into the car, the Lincoln stretch car with the two of them in the middle seat and the driver and bodyguard in the front and back respectively.
It was indeed as Damon said, as if the freedom was restricted. The car was stuffy and Damon was looking at the time on his watch from time to time.
Half an hour later, they arrived at the office without any problems.
I ventured to ask, "There was no trouble this time, I was worried sick all the way."
"Most of the people who rioted last time have been sent to the police station, and all the police teams are patrolling the important intersections. If there are any more problems, the police chief of H City should not even mix." His powerful answer left me speechless.
Damon's arrival sent ripples through the company, and many employees came out to line up to welcome him.
How I felt, we looked at me with unkind eyes.
As soon as they were out of our sight, we couldn't wait to discuss.
"Who is the woman next to the president?"
"Is it the president's new love? But didn't our internal open secret say that the president already has a girlfriend he's kept for years?"
"This woman looks so small, standing so small next to the president, it can't be the child of the president's relatives, right?"
"Absolutely not, it must be the president's lover, did you not see the implication of our sight exchange?"
"So our popular lover cheated, this is a good phenomenon!"
"Why is it a good phenomenon?"
"One I hate the last time I saw the president's girlfriend, looks very arrogant, does not put us in the eyes; two the president will cheat once, indicating that there has been a qualitative change, can cheat once can cheat twice, we have a chance!"
"That's true, but the company up and down, how many people like him, it seems impossible to spread to me."
I followed Damon to his office, and it really is the president's office, it all looks different.
Luxurious design, just by looking at the high-class wooden furniture inside, you can see the cost is not expensive.
The wall was hung with the masterpiece of a famous painter who had died in China, which I had only seen on TV, but I never thought it would be in his office.
I was observing while Damon picked up the phone and asked, "When will Mr. Carver arrive? Or is he already here?"
"I said he'll be here soon, he's downstairs at the elevator now."
"Good, call me again when he arrives."
Damon hung up the phone and said to me, "Go to the planning department and hand me the documents I need for today."
I was upset but I had to do it. He was working with an injured man, so it didn't seem good for me to be idle.
I couldn't find a reason to do it, so I had to.
Damon looked at the calendar on his desk, marked with his memos, and one of them was for Tiffany's birthday next week.
If he hadn't seen this, he would have forgotten that Tiffany's birthday was coming up; he used to start preparing a week in advance.
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