Woman In Irish Linen Shirt

Miss Pan De sent me a message later to confirm the meeting place tomorrow. Since offline office has gradually recovered, our small meeting naturally has no reason to stay online. I evaded that there was a meeting in Brazil that was very close and could not be cancelled. I hope I can still use Skype for the meeting this week.

Miss Pan De does not suspect him.

Jocelyn found me once. I went down to the sixteenth floor and didn't see the big boss. She led me to the CEO's office for negotiation. I muttered in my heart, and didn't dare to sit in the usual seat: She would definitely not sit in the chair of the big boss. What if Jocelyn sat down next to me? If she tells something shocking news, I can't even find a cover-up angle.

I obediently sat down on the bench at the corner of the door. Jocelyn was sitting on the office chair she used for reporting, kicking the ground and sliding over, looking a bit mischievous.

"You have performed very well in today's meeting. I dare say that anyone who changes this position will not do better than you." Jocelyn comforted me first.

I was stunned, and it seemed that everyone felt that Miss Pan De gave me a terrible disapproval today. I pursed my mouth and nodded, "Thank you, Jocelyn. I was mentally prepared."

"Is it something that happened between you? If it's because of listening to Kevin..." She was only half talking.

I feel that the other half should be, "Then you just slow down." But Jocelyn didn't really say it, and the sincerity can be imagined.

Rather, it is more like a vague urge to report.

"No, nothing." I denied. "In addition, I have tried several times recently on Kevin's issue. She obviously pays attention to confidentiality."

Jocelyn looked unsurprising: "This is very common, which means she is professional enough. Besides, now that she is back to work normally, your evidence collection will be more convenient than before. Do you have any electronic devices?"

"I saw some Sony recorders..." I didn't expect that she would ask so directly and casually talk about the product, and then said, "But the evidence obtained in this way should not be trusted. It is not legal evidence and can only be used as Supplementary materials. How should I obtain the key evidence?"

I have no way to get the key evidence—because there is probably no such thing, just like the agreement between me and Miss Pande.

"We don't need that."

"Is the company going to persuade Kevin to leave?" I asked her tentatively.

There was a deja vu in Joselin's expression. I was in a daze that her next sentence was "You are really a little girl", but no, she just said without obvious reasons: "You are right."

I can see the fire, the company really intends to persuade.

But Kevin is at best an addition, even if the situation is not serious, maybe he won't be touched yet.

It is Miss Pan De who will be dismissed.

I took advantage of the weekend to choose a concealed recorder, which is very cheap, less than a hundred new. There are many kinds of products of this kind, some can be recorded remotely, and some can be recorded. However, some product introductions are really creepy, and they associate with some terrible scenes without realizing it. The pen style looks good at first glance, but I thought about it and found it easy to expose. Finally, I chose one that can be hung on the key ring, and it also comes with a USB flash drive.

I asked for a small ticket, but I don't plan to be reimbursed for the time being.

Even if it takes a lot of effort to replace Miss Pan De, what can we do?

Can the agreement between the group and BCG be cancelled? This is unrealistic. If you change a partner, the situation may not get better. The timing has been missed. Doing these actions is just to add jokes to the insiders. Those who don’t know even feel that we have been given the will of others to pour dirty water on BCG.

I don't like to be a murderer. If the big boss wants me to do some dirty work, I also have to know what the man with the knife is stabbing it out. It is probably because of this serious consideration that he let Jocelyn take over: but Jocelyn is only very good at defensive. Because the reporting lines are different, in fact, it is difficult for her to give me direct orders.

But I don't know how long I can delay. The deeper I get in touch with Miss Pande, the more important information I get; on the other hand, I have to find a more reasonable explanation for my various behaviors, otherwise one day, the big boss’s suspicion will also point to I.

Although he said "special affairs, special affairs" and Jocelyn also gave me a few hole cards, these are just the accumulation of my past. If trust can only be consumed but cannot be replenished, then sooner or later I will have the day to sit on the mountain and catch the fire.

In the early hours of Saturday morning, the edited video file on the personal computer added a second one.

I am sure that whenever I have a meeting with her, Miss Pande should have the consciousness that what she said will be recorded; it is the same on my side, not to mention anything else, even Zoom has its own screen recording function. People should always have a deep impression of what is meant by the "Internet".

In the past, the information was blocked, and most scholars were mainly manuscripts. There were typos, missing pages, and missing, and the dissemination of knowledge was difficult. But it is different now. Because of the existence of the Internet, as long as you have the intention, you can consult many versions of the speech on both sides, and even a web page can have a historical version that records every modification, let alone general commercial behavior?

Even if you always use subtext to communicate, there are too many times, and there are always times when the old horse stumbles. She frequently mentioned Kevin with me so blatantly and asked me to cooperate with his various actions. Does she really trust me, or is there a bigger conspiracy behind it? Once I have to use my fixed evidence to bring down Miss Pan De, it is almost inevitable that the jade will be burned. Did she see that I cared very much about my career, so she was fearless?

However, if there is really no scruples, the reason will not make sense. Who cherishes something but dares to gamble on it? The treasures of gold and silver are really the miser. Bringing the money to the gambling table has shown that such yellow and white things are not important to him. She definitely valued me rather than trusting it all: cooperation is about win-win. I am willing to work with her, and what are the reasons, Ms. Pan De should know well.

Although I am worried that the big boss doubts me, I am not afraid of her suspicion. What I am afraid of is taking chestnuts out of the fire, and it will be nothing in the end.

The situation of the company changes day by day, but as far as today is concerned, she and I are in the same boat.

Throwing her off the boat, I have only one way to die.

Another Friday, the first day that Singapore was fully unblocked, Miss Pan De sat opposite me.

There are only a few restaurants rushing to resume business on the 19th, and the one Miss Pan De fancyed last Monday is not one of them. I thought about rejecting her. After all, a meeting is not more than a simple exchange of information, and a coffee shop that is more suitable for conversation than dinner.

But I couldn't say it if I declined.

I have no time to tell why.

In the evening we eat Chaozhou cuisine. The taste here is average and the environment is good. I didn't even bother to eat when talking about things. After listening to Miss Pan De talked about the approximate reimbursement amount, I chose this shop without thinking about it.

It was useful to take over her provocation that day, and she didn't tease me tonight. Whether we are walking on the road, when ordering food, or sitting silently across from each other like we are now, we have a wonderful restraint: this is something we have never done before.

She was deliberately avoiding my eyes. Today she really rarely looked at me. Even if we accidentally ran into our eyes, she almost concealed her and looked at me for no more than a second. She didn't look at me as soon as she found a chance. She would rather look sideways at the children talking loudly by the side of the road, observe a wrinkle on the back of the leader's vest, or even appreciate the silver pattern on the top of the chopsticks, rather than looking at me.

And when I spoke, she looked over, and there was no trace of emotion in her eyes. As if her expression was gentle and thin, her smile was just trying to maintain the most basic entertainment.

I'm confused. If she doesn't want to see me, we can obviously have a meeting online; if she doesn't want to increase personal relationships, we can go to the coffee shop, and the work of discussion is more efficient.

Why is she so persistent?

"You seem to be very busy this week." I said, "I went to the company on Wednesday and Thursday, but you seem to be away."

"The other project has returned to normal office too. I will be there more this week." Her gaze stayed clearly and regularly, she tapped my shoulder twice as sensitively as a squirrel, and then slipped away elsewhere. "But this does not mean that we do not pay attention to the valuable suggestions you mentioned at the conference last week. The new is already underway, and I believe you will see some of the deliverables next week."

"Oh! It's a surprise. I'm glad those things can come in handy."

"Do you feel offended?" She looked at me suddenly. But I looked at her almost once and avoided it, as if she avoided me and had to look at me out of politeness.

"Regarding the meeting last week," she added, "I simply rejected your proposal."

"No, of course not." I subconsciously wanted to look away too: I really don't want her to feel uncomfortable. But I'm working. This is not an occasion to show thoughtfulness to others. I can only take care of her as much as possible. Every time I look at her, I briefly shift my sight. At the meeting last week, her eyesight still fell on me frequently, but I haven't seen it for a week, so why has it changed so much?

I was right to admire the decoration, staring at the paper lanterns hanging in the corridor, the Luozi was dusty, and there was a sense of earthly weather. I explained: “That plan is more of a reply to you. After I mentioned it that day, I tried to look at the problem from the perspective of the CEO. The senior management has added some internal losses. The streamlining of the entire structure is theoretically feasible, but because there is always resistance in actual operation, this plan is still too radical. I can understand."

Before the voice fell, a certain emotion flashed through her eyes, and it was fleeting. My words even ended quickly because of this, but I still couldn't catch the trace.

At this time, a strange association appeared in my mind.

Today is the first time we have met alone since the "working lunch".