Woman In Irish Linen Shirt

Chapter 89:

After returning home, I went through Kevin’s resume.

Flattery also requires skill. This is of course the most difficult situation when photographed on a horse’s leg. However, I have the same reporting line as him. Although he is two levels higher than me, his flattery is too blatant and ugly. I don’t want this face, let alone talk about it; I rely on business ability to build a foothold, not by dressing up a vase. If only show the side of retreat, Kevin will have the power in the future, wouldn’t it mean that he will abandon me like a mess.

He is not the kind of person who despises women. Because of this, it is troublesome.

Kevin’s background in Europe and the United States is limited. He completed his undergraduate degree at Nanyang Technological University. From the perspective of his length, it is likely that BCG paid for the MBA he studied at Stanford. Where did his personality come from? Although he is very consulting, talking very consulting, and hobby is also very consulting, I still feel that Kevin, who has come to our company as an executive in a cross-industry, does not fully agree with the practice of consulting companies.

What kind of person is he?

What can I use by him?

That day, Kevin called me to dinner through BCG, which is worth pondering in itself. Say that he was releasing a friendly signal. That night, he put a lot of air on it. If I didn’t ‘safeguard my duty”, maybe he would be able to stand on a high platform and not be able to come up and down. Say it was suppressing me. This is another private occasion. , He has opportunities in the company, it is completely unnecessary to do so.

Did Miss Pan De say something?

I still try not to think about her.

The boss’s departure is still a mystery on the table, and Kevin must be very proud of the current situation. If the man behind Jessica Tan is really him, all of this can be seen as Kevin’s victory, and he must feel that the balance of victory has fallen to him.

If I am in his position, I will also consider wooing myself: after all, there is still no determinant, and it is definitely not a good strategy to confront the big boss rashly-in this case, there must be people with enough weight to sing this play for him. .

This person is me.

My eyelids drooped and closed Kevin’s personal page. It was too reasonable for him to come to me. I am almost the only candidate, and I can also think that the cooperation between me and BCG must have been made to Kevin in some form. Because of this, I’m more likely to be Kevin’s stand-in, standing in an opposing position to do dirty work for him that he can’t do or don’t want to do.

But my feeling is not good. very bad.

Like someone weaving a dense net, waiting at the end of the maze. No matter which road I went to, no matter how many times I turned and tried on the wrong road, in the end, I could only get caught.

Is it an illusion?

Is it an illusion?

I swallowed.

I hope it’s an illusion.

At Monday’s conference, Kevin got even stronger.

This change in attitude is not limited to Kevin. After a week of fermentation and rumination, all parties have finally caught up with the trend. Nowadays, there is no leader in our department, and we all know that this is a soft persimmon that anyone can handle. Whether it is BCG or colleagues in the external department, we dare to do anything with care.

As usual, I would not be so weak. But now I want to soften Kevin and act as a lubricant between all parties and departments. Those verbal suppressions can only be sustained for life.

Losing always starts with words.

But what else can I do? The boss is no longer attending the meeting with BCG. If I also charge forward like Lao Huang, who will be in this formation? Kevin seemed to have spotted this point, and when asked related questions, he casually instructed me to answer it like the manager who greeted him. What he threw over one after another were very difficult questions, and everyone usually avoided it, but unfortunately in my position, I can’t perfuse things.

Is this borrowing me to declare war?

I don’t seem to have a choice.

Towards the end of the conference, I was exhausted and exhausted physically and mentally.

He showed his fangs like a wolf who had been in ambush for a long time, so he repeated his technique: “I remember hearing this data in the report last week… Yao, did you report it, right? Can you give it to me? Everyone say it again?”

He asked about the data used in a certain group meeting. I prepared the things for the big boss. I can’t remember the things that took so long, but he still remembers them fresh. I immediately said: “If you can give me a minute…”

“Have you forgotten something you just mentioned before?” Kevin’s voice was slightly higher.

“Of course, undoubtedly, this is a very critical piece of data…” I didn’t even look at him. I quickly found what he wanted on the computer and reported it. “I will report the relevant documents after the meeting. Copy it to your mailbox, please check it carefully.”

Kevin nodded slowly, showing his gentlemanly demeanor. No one in the conference room dared to show up. I didn’t dare to relax my vigilance at all. As expected, he was moving again.

“I’m pretty sure there is a paper file like this on my desk.” Kevin said slowly, looking up at me, “Yao, do you remember where you put it?”

I lowered my eyelids.

Bear with me. Bear with me. Bear with me.

I took a very slow breath, barely noticed any movement, raised my eyes to look at him, and asked, “Do you want me to get it?”

I speak slowly, but make sure everyone in the room hears clearly.

Kevin did not answer the call immediately. He looked at me, his gaze rolled, and then he swept over others. There was an unsearchable smug on the mask. At the end, he showed a little surprise again, and said somewhat unexpectedly: “No, of course not. But I hope we can discuss this issue later.”

“Okay.” My expression did not change, but my attitude was gentle.

The boss’s work handover has been put on the agenda. His director work is concurrently held by Kevin, and the specific business is shared by Lao Huang and I. No clear attribution has been given yet. Perhaps considering that Huang will follow him to change jobs, the business distribution is obviously leaning towards me: Of course, there is another set of rhetoric for the big boss, which is nothing more than how to value me and be optimistic about my routine.

If there is anything in the world that you cannot believe, it must be a cake drawn by your boss.

This week I have a lot of field work. The company’s focus is mainly on the ASEAN market, which has a more populous population. I have never contacted some local third parties in Singapore. They are all the bosses. The person in charge of the project needs to be replaced, and no matter how it is said, I have to visit in advance. On Wednesday, I ran two third parties in one breath.

The kids will go back to the company first. I can’t get away with it. I had a fake working lunch with a company’s boss-steak at noon. I have never seen this battle.

On the return trip, I was a little sleepy, and there was a meaty smell in my mouth. Together with the satisfaction of the high calorie in my abdomen, I felt briefly tired in my mind. No matter who brought the fire, which ancestor who explored in the forest, or the legendary Prometheus, mankind has to thank the fire. Nowadays, the delicacy that we know well is filled with the fat and aroma of the flesh, and all of them don’t need fire for cooking.

When I walked into the elevator, from a distance, I felt a wave of warmth again. At the entrance of the lobby, a tall figure, wearing a delicate brown suit with almost no gloss, came towards me without any haste. Sparks splashed in the empty hall, the land trampled on by her heels, her shadow, the dazzling afterglow, and the traces of her vividness and fragrance.

I pressed the elevator’s door open button, Miss Pan De walked in, not surprised to see me.

We didn’t say hello to each other without saying hello. The door closes at my will.

It turned out to be a very fine linen. Maybe some other yarns were blended, and I didn’t notice any obvious knots on her suit after a quick glance. Miss Pan De really loves to wear linen, but she can maintain the neat lines, as if it were originally scattered sand, but under her command and admonition, she has also been meticulous and maintained the decentness of the upper class.

Flax is easy to wrinkle, but it is also proper, with a sense of life that turns offense into defense. From the general impression, this is clearly not suitable for her, but why did I feel so appropriate when I first saw it?

Will she be on vacation?

It was just her mask-she would only kill people and punish people.

Miss Pan De stood on the inside of the elevator, half of her body was hidden behind me. The distance was already unpredictable. Only the closed door stated the difference between physical distance and situation.

In the illusion, she seemed to hug me and kidnapped me: it seemed that the half she was covering was completely unknown. At this moment, it was her index finger, which might be her index finger, but once it was not as good as Pan De The young lady’s intention will turn into a sharp weapon in an instant, leaving me to death without being known.

Why is she so bold?

I squinted my eyes and looked at the location of the surveillance camera. Is she just so confident that she just found the blind spot?

Through the reflection of the mirror, Miss Pan De captured all my movements and statics. A smile gradually came up from a distance, like a top predator playing with her trapped prey, with the confidence of full control between her gestures and her eyes, with a lot of carelessness hidden in her eyes.

It was like a graveyard of dead wood, and her escape route was plucked out bit by bit by the evil seeds in the soil, and she was like a faint fire, facing the endless woods, she knew in advance that they were defeated.

It was not her hand that was behind my back.

What fluctuates in the world of the door is the opposite of falsehood, the thorns on the back, the deep affection that is not fake, the calm and calm she is surrounded by disciplines and responsibilities.

I felt hungry for no reason.

But my hunger is no longer unnecessary. Those that are looming are all clearly directed. I oppose the object in the mirrored world.

Miss Pan De’s face is far away from me, but her voice is very close. She was almost whispering: “Don’t look at me like that…”

“What do you think?” I didn’t look back.

She frowned in the mirror, and said like a mosquito: “You know!”

The tone seemed irritable.

I look at me, then look at her. She was really looking at me.

Miss Pan De has already followed me.

I said: “I will take responsibility.”

“How to be responsible?”

I turned my head slightly: “You will know.”