Her Majesty novel Chapter 2

I stood up from the sofa, put down what I was holding, and tiptoed to the bedroom.

"Miss Emily, can I help you?" After saying this, I regretted it. What can I do for this moment? Help her dress or help her with some other things? "No, you go first today, and... by the way, put those things you brought over there for me, and I'll give you the money later."

Listening to the sound of the rustle inside, my heart was like countless bugs crawling up and down, itching to panic.

I slowly put my head close to the door, through the weak gap, looking inside.

I just saw her white jade body in the edge of the bed constantly sloshing. The elegant hair, the flustered and beautiful face are all the best embellishments of this painting.

"Whoo, hoo..." I couldn't control my breath, and the heat waved spewing out from my mouth was printed on the door panel, forming shallow marks.

But I couldn't. Compared with the temporary stimulation, work is obviously much more important.

"Mr. Justin, didn't you go? I'm sorry I’m fine today. I'll call you if I need anything."

"Well, Miss Emily, if you need next time, you can call me directly."

Walking down from the upstairs, my heart was blocked for a while. I felt that I had a strong affection for this woman in the past few minutes. If it was not for her marriage, I might have expressed my love to her.

"Justin!" Just as I was standing at the bus station outside the community and waiting for the bus, the telephone suddenly rang, called from my department manager.

Compared with the hot-tempered sales manager, my department manager has a much better temper, not to mention that she is still a woman. Today, with this tone, is she going to fire me?

"What's the matter, manager, please calm down first..."

"What's the matter? Aren't you clear for that? A customer suddenly called me to ask about your situation, you tell me, did you do anything to the female client?" The tone on the other end of the phone was a little bad and full of threats.

"It’s really, God is my witness, my dear manager, you can't frame me."

"Frame you? Would I frame you if it was empty words? You have to come to me in 20 minutes, otherwise, just follow the advice of the sales manager and get out of here. "

"No, no, I’m sorry, Amanda, I'll be right there. Where are you?"

"Office!"

Fifteen minutes later, I returned to the company, deliberately avoided the sales department, and took the elevator directly to the marketing department.

Standing outside the door, I hesitated for half a day, and finally knocked the door.

"Come in."

Amanda Thurman is a 30-year-old woman, who is still unmarried and quite charming. She wore a pair of glasses with black frame, which made her more literary and artistic. Today, she was wearing a tight silver suit that I have never seen before, what a graceful beauty.

"Amanda, you must believe me. I really didn't do anything. What did the client complain about me?" This manager is a serious representative model in the impression of others, but in my opinion, she is just a woman who is going through menopause in advance, and our relationship is also very close. The reason why I have been able to work in this company for so long is also closely related to her.