Weather for Friday, August 31st: Breezy and foggy
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Being the special assistant to the president means that my office location has been moved from the cubicle in the legal department to an office outside the president's office. Several assistant desks are strangely arranged in a row, looking from a distance, showing this shape "-----__"-There is no doubt that the desk on the far right is mine. But no matter what, I am very happy to end the lockdown and start my official career. I arranged the table happily, and there was a burst of "hehe" laughter behind me.
I looked up and saw Yi Fan leaning over to check a report on Elle's table next to him. I looked at him quietly for a while and silently told him: Stop pretending. I know you deliberately asked someone to put a table like this here, and I also know you came to watch the fun on purpose.
We were in a silent stalemate for a while, and he finally raised his head and said to me: "Miss Guan, is there any problem?"
I smiled brightly: "Good morning, President!"
Yi Fan was stunned for a moment. He seemed not to have expected my reaction. He looked at me again before saying, "Well, morning. You're welcome, do your best."
When he turned to leave, I saw a smile on his lips, with a touch of teasing, a little gentleness, and very nice.
Yi Fan has four assistants, the legendary Xu Ke, Elle whom he has met before, Alice and Rong Moyang. Xu Ke was older, calm and sophisticated, and he welcomed me like a big brother, with a smile as warm as the first sun. Elle and Rong Moyang are both graduate students from prestigious universities. When they stand side by side, they perfectly interpret the term "the favored son of heaven". Although Alice looks gentle and gentle, her thin lips show her sharpness and sharpness. It is said that she is the only college graduate in the company. With her own efforts, she has gradually reached the position of assistant to the president from the bottom of the company. Three people also welcomed me.
I took a deep breath, sat down, and started to collect my thoughts. Yes, my career has taken a weird branch due to a weird start, but no matter what, I will persevere and prove to them that I, Guan Xiaobei, can sit in this position with dignity.
Of course, no matter what name I am given, I am still a rookie in the workplace. What I do most is trivial and complicated tasks such as running errands, copying, and delivering documents. People who come to do business without knowing where they are are often come straight to me when they see the word "special" on the nameplate on my desk. And I am often embarrassed to introduce the visitor to others or ask for help. Senior asks for help.
"Last time, a boss came and asked me to do something. I didn't understand, so I asked him to find Xu Ke. Later, the man came back, looked at me and said, 'Special assistant, you are special enough. Little girl, if you can't do it in the future, Please remember to come to my place.’ Tell me, who are these people?” I complained to Luoluo during lunch on Thursday.
"Xiaobei, tell me the truth. Do you have any hidden background? You are all in the workplace, so I can understand it."
"It doesn't matter. It's just..." I quickly swallowed the rest of the sentence. Well, the president was right. It's easy for me to get into trouble easily.
"Just what?" Luoluo asked.
I stuffed my mouth with rice and shook my head, indicating that I couldn't say anything.
Luoluo raised my chin and looked at it carefully: "It seems that the rumors are true. Little girl, you want to use this fox face to attract a rich husband."
"I didn't want a sugar daddy!" I shouted angrily after swallowing my rice.
The restaurant fell silent for a moment, and I was whipped back to life by everyone's meaningful looks.
Before lunch break on Friday, I went to deliver documents to the president.
He looked at it briefly, signed it and handed it to me. He took off his glasses and leaned on the chair to rest with his eyes closed.
"Um...Mr. Yi, I'm going out first. I won't disturb you anymore." I tiptoed out.
"Wait a minute," he called me, but didn't open his eyes to look at me, "I heard you yelled 'not a sugar daddy' in the restaurant yesterday? What's going on?"
While I was thinking about countermeasures, I searched for the suspicious whistleblower in my mind. Unfortunately, almost everyone in the company gathered in the restaurant at that time, and there were too many witnesses. I don't know what the president heard. The wisest way at this time is to tell the truth: "I just don't understand the scope of the special assistant's responsibilities. As for the rest, it's all a joke."
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"A joke?" He finally opened his eyes and looked at me. His eyes without glasses were more sinister and transparent. "So you want to be a sugar daddy?"
I resisted the urge to scratch the wall. What kind of understanding is this that can twist my words to such an extent.
He seemed to appreciate my frantic expression, and after a long time he said: "Okay, I was just kidding too. Go tell Xu Ke and others that the cooperation project with Lunjia was successful, and I will treat you to a treat at noon to reward everyone."
"Ah, I made an appointment with Luoluo to accompany her to the hospital at noon today." I blurted out.
"Did I ask you to be invited? Have you participated in Lunjia's project?"
When the Lunjia project was being negotiated, I hadn't come yet... But there was no such thing as denying face.
"However, it's also time to tell you when to catch up."
"Keeping up" is a popular way of saying that an assistant coordinates the work of the president.
Xu Ke "kept up" with Yi Fan when he attended major meetings such as the board of directors. Elle and Rong Moyang protected Yi Fan when negotiating with foreign businessmen. However, when it comes to internal affairs of the company, it is always Alice. Qiao stood behind Yi Fan with a sweet smile.
And I, Guan Xiaobei, the president’s special assistant, when should I “keep up”? It seems that the president's time has been allocated.
"Does he have to follow me when he eats, drives, or goes to the toilet?" I said to Luoluo.
"Xiaobei, you are depraved. You even want to follow him when he goes to the toilet!"
Facts have proved that my mouth is either creating disaster or predicting disaster.
At the celebration banquet of the Lunjia project, Yi Fan finally took me with him, not because he suddenly had a conscience, but because he wanted to maintain a friendly and friendly disguise in the hearts of other subordinates.
During the banquet, he said: Except for the time when the four assistants follow me, Guan Xiaobei follows me all the time.
I calculated that apart from the time spent by the four assistants, there was only time left for him to eat, rest, drive... and go to the toilet.
After the meal, when no one was around, I asked him: "Do I want to follow you when I go to the toilet?"
He held the toothpick in his mouth and glared at me sideways: "If you don't mind, I don't mind."
… I mind.