According to what moxinian said to Yunluo yesterday, Hawthorne has an important piece of information.
That is, young secretaries like to gather in the tea room to chat and gossip.
Where gossip occurs, there will always be some little secrets that the male boss does not know.
Howard thought that he might be able to catch something from it, so he went very actively.
And again and again.
For several days in a row, she wandered from the door of the tea room.
What I heard was not so-and-so from one department, but fell in love with so-and-so from another department.
That is, the head of a department went home to have a baby.
Nothing she wanted.
Today, when she went to the tea room for the last time, the wind of gossip finally came to the president of the Mo family.
The content is that Secretary Sang, who likes the chief executive, has never smiled since the eldest lady of the Huo family came to work.
This morning, she accidentally made a mistake with the urgent documents requested by the president.
He was invited to the president’s office just now, and now he has suffered a lot.
Speaking of Secretary Sang, Hawthorne also has some impressions.
When he was abroad, Secretary Sang was also there.
That elder sister is very petite, but she is very thoughtful and has a pretty good personality.
I didn’t find out before that she still has a crush on brother Xi Nian.
Thinking of her being abroad, Hawthorne frowned.
Does this mean that secretary Sang was also there on the day when he and brother Xi Nian had an accident?
If she likes Howard, is she also the one who has the motive to install and remove the camera?
Thinking of this, Hawthorne couldn’t help taking two steps back, and quickly left the door of the tea room.
When she came to the door of the president’s office, Yunluo was working as if nothing had happened.
The two looked at each other, and Yunluo said, “Miss Wynn, there are people inside.”
“Oh, it’s okay, I will keep quiet when I go in.”
The sound insulation effect of the room is very good, so when she gently pushed open the door, Moxinian’s quiet but sharp reprimand came from inside.
“Is this a mistake that a five-year-old employee can make?”
Hawthorne took a look at moxinian, and quietly sat in his seat.
Moxinian only took a look at her, and then continued to reprimand: “If it hadn’t been discovered in time, your data could wipe out all the profits that others have worked so hard to win in the past few months.”
“I’m sorry, Mr. Mo.”
Moxinian said coldly: “what I need is not an apology. In his position, to find his job, you have to bear the consequences yourself for your mistakes.”