He leaned back in his seat, made a lazy posture, looked askance at my panting appearance, and laughed dumbly.
This look, simply to make me angry fraud!
I heard that he needed this document, but I rushed over here in a hurry, only to see his leisurely and relaxed look, damn it!
"Of course there are other things, these days my secretary is sick and can not come to work, no ......"
Damon indebtedly pointed to the empty cup of tea, "I wanted to drink tea and found no one ......"
He meant for me to make him tea that is! That's despicable! That's abominable!
I would like to know what else he wanted to play, so I grabbed some tea leaves and made him tea.
Sure enough, the tea that the rich people drink is different, just start steeping for a while, the tea water is clear and slightly green, the tea leaves spread out, forming a flower shape at the bottom.
With their own home brewing of large thick stick tea, brewing out of the bitter and astringent taste is simply a world of difference.
I worked in the teahouse, first with boiling water to scald the alabaster pot once, put the tea leaves in, plus boiling water, poured in four small alabaster cups, cover, and then over the boiling water poured on the lid of the four tea cups.
So, then gather the water from the four cups into Damon's cup, hand it over to Damon's face.
Damon picked up the teacups and took a slight taste, "Well, it tastes pretty good. Thanks for your hard work ......"
I look at his look of indebtedness, inwardly stirred up a lot of anger, "So I can go now?"
"Not yet. Can't you see that my desk is rather messy? The page numbers of these documents are all messed up, you have to rearrange them for me."
This was his masterpiece before I came in, and he gave amusement watching my fried but not daring to really freak out expression.
It was much more fun than the boredom of being alone just now, and I always kept the spirits up.
"I just can't believe there isn't a single employee in the entire Rubinstein Group who can do this for you." Damon, you're playing games with me.
"Everyone has their own position, why would I want someone else to leave their job to help me organize my files?" Damon laughed, "I know how to manage the company in the best interest, not recruit some employees who can only organize things."
"What do you mean, you're insinuating that I'm not?" I said, "That's all I can organize without a brain?"
Damon pretended to be perfunctory, "Knowing you're smart, won't that make you a secretary to be able to do things?"
I took the heavy file of about five or six pounds to the corner and organized it indignantly, cursing in my heart, "Damon is a pervert!
It took me about ten minutes to sort through less than a tenth of it, and I sat down in my chair in frustration while Damon seemed to be taking it easy.
"I don't think it's right, there are so many papers, it takes a long time to organize them, what are you doing? Look? I don't think you have the energy to look at it at all, do you think it's fun to fool me?"
"I don't have the energy to look at it, but I still have to organize it, maybe one day it will become something useful. If you feel tired, you can rest a little more."
"You don't need to say that? I'm not going to tire myself out, I don't get paid, I don't have to work my ass off!" I said.
I was resting well at home, and a phone call from him disrupted my resting plan.
"You're quite calculating." Damon took in all my cuteness.
After a while, he pointed to something on the other chair and asked, "What's that?"
"It's not because Linda loves you and brought you food, afraid you wouldn't eat well at the office." I said with a puff of anger.
"Oh, that's good. It just so happens that I didn't eat much this morning and now I'm a little hungry." Damon said.
Look how relaxed he is, someone else made the tea, someone else organized the paperwork, and someone else brought the food!
"Why are you still standing there? Why don't you bring it over to me?" The tone of an ancient evil son.
I shook my head, sold my soul again, and handed up the food.
I glanced curiously at his computer, but he quickly closed the page.
I think I saw the word heart attack on it. I'm too sensitive, I guess. There shouldn't be any content, Damon wouldn't pay attention to that.
"What did you just see?" Damon asked with a cough and a fist to his lips, his eyes looking up at me.
"Didn't see anything, weren't you at work? Why are you afraid I'll peek?" I said.
"Company secrets, except for me and the core staff, can not be shown to anyone, including me can not be an exception, from top to bottom to comply with the company's rules, in order to convince the public, right?" Damon said.
"Confidential again, how many secrets does your company have? It's not like it's a spy organization." I said.
I opened the thermos and inside was a fancy assortment of sushi that looked both meat and veggie and matched the colors beautifully.
Comments
The readers' comments on the novel: Devil CEO's Contract Lover
When is the next chapters?...