After bidding farewell to the concerned Miss A, Watanabe Temple came to her work station alone and looked at her new working place with some curiosity.
Because the position of special assistant was directly promoted in the past, it had its own independent office, and most of its colleagues were undoubtedly divided into two completely different levels.
But now she is the newly hired secretary of the secretariat, and the office space is naturally with the secretary, Miss ABCD. In front of her is Miss A, whom Watanabe Temple is familiar with, and behind her is Miss D, whom she has not interacted with much.
When Watanabeji looked over, Miss A gave her an encouraging smile, and Miss D behind her also smiled, showing a very welcoming gesture.
People will sympathize with the weak. If Watanabeji was transferred as a special assistant just after joining the company, there would still be some people in the company who felt unhappy with her. Then when this girl was ruthlessly dismissed by the strict president,
After being picked up by the Chief Secretary of the Prison Temple with pity...
The balance in everyone's hearts couldn't help but tilt a little towards this beautiful girl who was demoted just after graduation.
After Watanabeji sat at his workstation early, he couldn't help but reach out and touch this and that. He became very interested in the desk with only a little space and the rich and colorful storage functions it displayed.
When Watanabeji reluctantly moved her hands away from the four-layer storage box, she suddenly felt that something was wrong with the atmosphere around her. When she turned her head, she saw someone standing next to her workstation with his arms crossed, staring at her with an unkind expression.
Holding her hand and the exquisite storage box that had just been closed.
Watanabeji Zao: "······"
Hayato Jokudera took a deep breath. He tried his best to persuade himself not to get angry. This new subordinate was very fragile and glass-hearted. He had just been away once due to transfer, so don't argue with her yet...
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What a ghost!
Hayato Jokudera stretched out his hand and mercilessly took away the colorful keyboard tray that the girl had touched again and again and confiscated it. He glanced at the stupid fat Corgi face painted on it with disgust, and then said to Watanabe Temple
He said earlier: "You, come with me to the office."
Watanabedera had already glanced at the cute doggy keyboard holder with some regret, knowing that he had made a mistake in front of his boss when he first joined the job, so he didn’t say anything and just followed Hayato Gokudera until he entered.
's office.
The silver-haired man threw the things in his hands aside and sat down in his seat.
"Although special assistants and secretaries sound similar, the content of your work now is still very different from before." Jokudera picked up his glasses, put them on, and then turned on his computer. "Just treat it as a pre-employment job.
It’s training, please listen carefully and don’t get distracted.”
Watanabe Temple said "Oh" early, she lowered her eyes and looked a little depressed.
Jokudera was crackling on the computer, modifying the files to be sent to his new subordinates. As soon as he raised his eyes, he saw the girl's unhappy look. He stopped typing on the keyboard for a moment, then raised his hand to push up the glasses on the bridge of his nose.
.
"It's been a day, haven't you figured it out yet?"
Watanabe Temple had already shaken his head: "I've figured it out a long time ago, it's just that I was a little uncomfortable with it on the first day."
She looked at the silver-haired man opposite. He was still wearing the familiar straight suit, fastened meticulously, and his gold-framed eyes were placed on the bridge of his nose. He looked like he was in a strict shopping mall.
Elite.
But Watanabe Temple knows in his heart that Hayato Gokudera has always been a hard-spoken and soft-hearted person as long as he does not violate his principles. As long as the sincerity given by him is enough, he will not find any more problems.
In her past experience as a special assistant, even if it was Watanabeji's assigned job, as long as she didn't know how to complete it, she would quietly touch the direction close to Gokudera, and then sob and cry about the futility of her efforts, Gokudera would always
She would come over with a stinking face and then answer the difficult questions she encountered with a stinking face.
Moreover, as long as you add a few enthusiastic rainbow farts afterwards, Hayato Gokudera will definitely leave quickly in embarrassment and forget about scolding you in the back of his mind.
Seeing Jokudera open his mouth, as if he wanted to say something more, Watanabeji opened his mouth faster than him, and said a bunch of words in a rapid succession——
"When you found me yesterday when I was cold and hungry, I already swore that I would work hard under Mr. Jokudera! You could have fired me directly, but you were kind enough to keep my files. I have always appreciated this kindness.
Yes! Mr. Sawada must have his reasons for dismissing me, but I will never refuse to work hard because of this kind of thing. No matter when, I will work hard to deserve myself!"
[The sentences are reversed, the logic is illogical, and the key point cannot be picked out from a lot of words-just like her past work, there is nothing particularly eye-catching, and she is always stupid.]
Jokudera Hayato frowned, but soon relaxed.
But the sincerity has already been shown.
He never places too many demands on his subordinates. As long as his attitude towards work is sincere enough, he is already qualified. What's more, even if the other party was fired without any reason, he did not complain about the Judaime. This made the prisoner
The temple has long admired Watanabe Temple.
He kept the other party's files on a whim, didn't he value the other party's enthusiasm and sincerity for work? After all, not everyone would stay alone in the tea room and cry over a small problem that they didn't understand.
Jokudera nodded, then pulled out a pile of information from the pile of documents next to him and threw it in front of Watanabe Temple.
"Everyone else has their own work content. The purpose of recruiting you is to help me share the work with the new company. Remember this information first, and then wait for my email notification."
"Okay, Mr. Jokudera! I promise to complete the task!" The girl took the document with a smile.
Feng Ji Financial Group, Feng Ji Financial Group, Feng Ji Financial Group...
Watanabe Temple has been talking about the things in the document for a long time.
Her elbows were propped on the table, and the ridiculously detailed document was placed between her arms, like a hypnotic bible. And her head couldn't help but try a little bit more, and a little bit more, desperately trying.
Fighting against the grinding sleepiness.
She seemed to have been memorizing it for a long time, and the sounds around her became much quieter. During this period, Miss A seemed to have come to her and made some invitations, but she still rejected them.
It’s so long—so troublesome—so many rules—
Watanabeji smacked his lips while half asleep, complaining unconsciously about the settled company called Feng Ji Foundation. How powerful must he be to put forward so many requirements during the docking! He actually wrote them all.
There are five pages of paper, including three pages about the personal habits of the other president!
"boom!"
Her neck finally couldn't support her sleepy head, and it hit the desk with a thud, causing a cry of pain.
Watanabe Temple had already been awakened by the pain in her forehead. She reached out to organize the documents in front of her and looked for where she had just carried them, but she felt the same cold feeling behind her before.
She froze, then turned around, just in time to see the tall, silver-haired boss standing behind her, looking at her strangely.
"What are you doing?" Hayato Gokudera raised his hand and looked at the watch on his wrist, "It's been one hour and forty-five minutes since get off work."
The girl's forehead still had red marks from the impact. She pointed at the materials and said, "I am completing the work assigned to me by Mr. Jokudera."
Then, she paused and looked at Yudera again, with a pair of dazed green eyes that had an inexplicable pitiful tone: "You are right, the work of the secretariat and the work of the special assistant are indeed different. Even cooperation
You have to memorize the preferences of the company president one by one. It was really hard for you when you worked with people like Kondo Enterprises before."
Yudera took a step forward, crossed directly over to the border, leaned over and picked up the document he gave her.
Because the distance was too close, for a moment, Watanabeji felt that the other party's body had completely covered him. Hayato Gokudera's body temperature seemed to be higher than that of ordinary people, even though he was still a palm's width away.
, Watanabe Temple had already felt that warm body temperature. She suddenly remembered the coat that the other party handed her yesterday, and it seemed to be so warm on it.
Hayato Jokudera picked up the document and flipped through it, the expression on his face became more and more strange.
"Who said you were asked to carry these things?"
"Ah?" The girl's face was blank, "You asked me to carry it." She seemed to be surprised why the prison temple would ask such a question.
"Huh???" Jokudera was even more surprised than she was. He raised his eyebrows high. When he made this expression, the mask of an elite professional was shattered, and he felt that familiar bad feeling.
Back to the prison temple again.
"When did I ask you to memorize it? What I said then was not 'memorize this information first, and then'..." As he spoke, he suddenly became silent.
Yuji suddenly understood what the problem was.
He scratched his hair irritably, and was completely defeated by this newly appointed Special Assistant Watanabe, well, Watanabe's subordinate.
"Can't you ask me again? I'd be crazy to let my subordinates memorize the hobbies of that guy Skylark!"
The girl was puzzled at first, and then opened her mouth in surprise. She pointed at the document, at the Prison Temple, and then at herself. Her green eyes collapsed, and she was almost overflowing with grievances.
Yudera estimated the time in her mind. It has been eight or nine hours since Watanabeji left his office early. In other words, she has been doing this all within these eight or nine hours?
Jokudera couldn't help but hissed. He glanced at the girl at the workstation. The surroundings around her had turned dark. She looked as unhappy as a person who had worked hard to climb in a race for a long time, but was told to climb at the beginning.
Turtle in the opposite direction.
"Hey." Jokudera shouted.
The girl moved, then continued in a daze as if she hadn't heard anything.
"I said so."
"..." The girl simply turned around, facing him with her back and continued to shut herself up.
A vein popped out of Yudera's forehead. He rolled the documents in his hand into a tube three times, and then hit the other party's head hard.
Good, now I'm back.
"Forget it for today, considering that you have carried so many things for nothing." The silver-haired man grinned, ignoring the girl's accusing gaze, as if he was feeling proud that he had finally cracked the turtle's shell.
"You have to remember from now on - our Clam Company is the strongest! It doesn't matter whether it is Kondo Corporation or the Feng Ji Foundation - especially the broken company at the back, what is the hobby of that guy Ji Lark! How dare he not agree with the leader?
If you cooperate, I will explode directly...cough."
Jokudera Hayato coughed heavily, as if to cover up some serious slip of the tongue. He did not continue the topic, but casually threw the documents in his hands aside and picked up the girl's coat hanging on the chair.
, said:
"I didn't remind you this time. Let's go, go downstairs and treat you to a meal."
Without leaving any chance for Watanabeji to refuse, Jokuji turned around and walked towards the elevator.
Watanabe Temple watched helplessly as her coat and wallet were taken away by the man. Even if she still remembered the incident of being beaten violently, she had no choice but to get up and chase after him——
"Mr. Jokudera! I don't want to eat..."
"Don't press the elevator button yet! My bag━Σ(oДo|||)━wait for me!!"