"Mr. Wilson, are you looking for me?"
"Miss Joanna, you have been my assistant before, and Glenn will go abroad for a period of time. That's why I want to transfer you back. From now on, you are my assistant."
"But..." 'Why it has to be me?'
"I hope that you will not misunderstand us, or... Will be very troublesome. "
"I got it."
"This is my schedule for the next few days. There is everything you need to do. I hope you can start as soon as possible." He handed a satchel to Joanna and indicated her to go out.
Sitting on her seat, Joanna stared at the pamphlet angrily, thinking that it was not a job that a human should do. Is she an assistant? The job was for a servant.
'Shit! He is not a kid anymore. Why does he ask me to pick him up at work in the morning? I have to buy him lunch? Besides, why would she attend the dinner party as well? Well, though the last was quite good, at least I could have free meals.
But it's too much.'
Joanna on the table, pretending to die for one minute.
She just wanted to cheer herself up. It didn't matter. She only needed to stick until Glenn came back, it was much higher than her salary in the personnel department.
By that time, she would finish the work by inputting all the things into her phone reminder. If she were that busy, she wouldn't have completely forgotten what she should do. If she did something wrong, she would definitely die a horrible death.
When having lunch with Cara at noon, Joanna complained about the work arranged by Wilson.
When the phone rang, Joanna was still speaking to Cara fervently.
"Hello."
"Miss Joanna, come to my office at once." After finishing these words, he hung up the phone. However, Joanna was still in a daze. What was going on. Fearing that there was something important, she quickly said goodbye to Cara and left.
"Mr. Wilson, is there anything important?"
"Did you buy this for me?" Wilson pointed at the fast food on the table. Joanna was stunned before she realized.
"Yes, what's wrong?"
"I remember I said I don't eat it."
"But is there anything else?" 'Do I have to order beefsteak for him?' Joanna rolled her eyes in her heart, but still answered respectfully.
"This is not my concern. Take it with you."
"Is that so?" Just because of this? Was he kidding her?
"What else do you think?" Wilson looked at her.
Joanna wanted to beat him, but she had to follow his orders because Wilson was her boss. Cursing herself inside, she walked out.
Money matters.
After that, Joanna had asked for advice of Glenn to arrange lunch for Wilson. Although there was no expression on his face, at least he didn't detest.
In the afternoon, Wilson went to the meeting, so all Joanna needed to do was to prepare documents.
Finally, it was time to get off work though many adventures. Joanna stretched herself and packed her things, when she was ready to pick up Jack from school, she was stopped by Wilson's voice.
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