As soon as the elevator door of the sixty-eighth floor opened, Shi Su raised her eyes and saw that the sensor light in the corridor outside the elevator seed to have already been lit a mont ago.
In normal situations, there should be no one in this corridor, shouldn’t the light turn on when the elevator door opens?
She walked out, turned her head, and suddenly saw a figure dressed in a professional suit, unable to hide her graceful figure, just about to push open the door to the president’s office and enter.
Shi Su: "?"
Hello?
So intense?
She rarely ca to Yu Jing Group, and in the blink of an eye, it seed like she was going to catch an affair on the spot?
The suit on that woman just now was very professional, but the skirt was too short, right? She only caught a quick glimpse, and those dazzling, beautiful, long legs were sowhat eye-catching.
Moreover, didn’t Zhou He say that at this ti, the employees on the sixty-eighth floor had already gotten off work?
Last ti, because of a brief misunderstanding related to the photos of Jing Jihan’s sister far away in the United Kingdom, Shi Su wasn’t soone unreasonable, she believed in Jing Jihan, but late at night at this ti...
She hesitated as she looked at the shopping bag in her hand and still quietly tiptoed over, leaning against the crack of the president’s office door, trying hard to listen inside.
Inside the president’s office——
"Mr. Jing, here is the backup of the Capital City eting files you requested to be completed by tomorrow noon." The young woman walked in with a perfu scent that’s just right, placing the thick stack of files on the front of the conspicuous desk.
What’s conspicuous is not the desk, but the handso and serene man behind the desk.
Jing Jihan glanced casually at the person entering, seemingly at a loss for a second because he couldn’t imdiately recognize who she was, then opened his mouth indifferently: "Miss Fu?"
Miss Fu stood in front of the desk with a sweet and alluring smile: "Mr. Jing, I’m on leave tomorrow, so I squeezed in extra work tonight. The files are already backed up, please have a look."
As she spoke, she leaned forward, gently sliding the files towards him. Clearly, she could push them forward lightly with her arm, but she insisted on bending over, showing the scenery within the loosely buttoned neckline of her blouse, and the waves of long hair on her shoulders cleverly fell to the front at this ti, slightly moving with a faint enchanting fragrance.
Jing Jihan didn’t look at the files, nor did his gaze linger more than a second on the secretary trying hard to make her presence felt in front of the desk. His eyes returned coldly and indifferently to the computer screen, as if unaffected by the interruption in front of him, still looking at the data file he hadn’t finished, his voice was cool and detached: "Just leave them here."
Miss Fu kept smiling: "Mr. Jing, have you had dinner tonight?"
Jing Jihan seed not to hear, still looking at the content on the computer screen in front.
Miss Fu leaned forward again, her voice soft and sweet: "I heard that Mr. Jing, you often have stomach discomfort due to working late. Although work is important, health is even more crucial. Across the company, there’s a new Fra..."
Jing Jihan suddenly looked at her, his gaze sowhat cold.
No, very cold.
"Miss Fu, if I rember correctly, you were chosen as an intern secretary by the manager of the secretariat departnt a month ago, and there are still two months until your internship ends." The man’s voice and eyes conveyed aloofness and coldness: "The secretarial departnt isn’t on the sixty-eighth floor, this floor only has the assistant offices, and now it’s after working hours, why are you here?"
Miss Fu felt a chill run down her spine from the man’s indifferent gaze. Knowing Mr. Jing’s reputation for strictness and ruthlessness in the company, she quickly stood straight and, though still bravely trying to smile appropriately, said: "I worked overti to finish the eting files, so..."
The secretarial departnt is on the sixty-sixth floor and is only one floor away, a quick walk up the safety stairwell without the elevator.
But this floor of the president’s office is indeed off-limits without permission, especially after working hours.
Miss Fu knew this, but upon learning Mr. Jing was working late tonight and the assistants had left, she couldn’t resist, still found a chance and excuse to co up...
But facing Jing Jihan’s cool brows and eyes, she imdiately bit her lip, turning the explanation on her lips into a prompt apology: "Sorry, Mr. Jing, I won’t co without permission next ti..."
"There won’t be a next ti." The man expressionlessly took the files she had just placed on the desk, and just at a glance could tell that the files were made carelessly because she was too impulsive and unfocused, directly tossed them back heavily in front of her.
Miss Fu jumped in fright, her shoulders shrank, she timidly raised her eyes to look at the man behind the desk.
Mr. Jing, though he appeared handso and perfect, didn’t show any anger or rebuke, yet his cold indifference and frosty gaze were enough to clearly awaken her realization that she had indeed acted rashly tonight.
"The secretarial departnt’s intern will be assigned positions across various departnts in the future, but there are no positions above the sixtieth floor. Two months later, if your work ability is recognized, the HR departnt will arrange accordingly, but judging from these hastily prepared eting files, you might not receive the HR departnt’s confirmation notice."
His tone was cold, filling the air with a sharp sense of urgency.
"Mr. Jing, I’m really sorry. I’ll take it back and revise it. Even if I work overti all night, I’ll get it done imdiately..." Miss Fu hurriedly picked up the files on the desk: "I’ll go back and revise now, please give another chance, I won’t..."
The man slightly furrowed his cold brows, evidencing his displeasure and annoyance because the quiet space was disturbed, stating relentlessly: "I don’t like irrelevant people investigating my daily habits behind my back, keep all of your hearsays to yourself, return your work badge to the HR departnt, I want your resignation letter before dawn."
Miss Fu’s face instantly turned white: "Mr., Mr. Jing..."
Jing Jihan was about to reach for the company line phone: "Are you going out yourself, or should I call security to escort you out?"
Miss Fu’s eyes reddened, biting her lip fiercely, looking at the man who never once let his gaze fall on her skirt and legs, observing his cold and impatient expression, dared not linger, quickly turned around and walked out.
Shi Su had just hidden in the adjacent break room, hearing the sound of high heels gradually moving into the stairwell and slowly fading away. Only then did she lean against the wall, tilting her head, sowhat confusedly looking up at the ceiling light in the break room.
The Jing Jihan she knew, versus the Jing Jihan she just heard, seed like two completely different people.
One high and cold, making hearts tremble, the other approachable, warm, and always giving her countless concessions.
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