Chapter 23: Who Is She Going to Date (2)

Sabrina was so angry that she pushed Susie, "You have eyes, right? But I think they're on the top of
your head. Otherwise, how can you randomly thrust into others?"

Susie was unwilling to show her weakness, "What do you think you are? You can just flatter her when
she is promoted. Everyone knows that the reason why she can become assistant president is that she
is good at pleasing president. The way she resigned is just to have a meal with the president. Who
knows if there are other sordid things she has done privately?"

Olive grabbed the angry Sabrina and smiled softly, "Assistant Maltz, if you have the strength to shout
here, it will be better for you to think about how to snatch the president from me, or how to clean me
out. If you have the ability to obstruct my job hunting outside, you should think abut that I will turn
around and return back."

Susie changed her face for a while, but recovered quickly, "You don't make an unfounded attack upon
me here."

Looking at her guilty expression, Olive was sure that she had interfered her job hunting. Then Olive
thought of one saying that "Cleverness may overreach itself".

"You clearly know whether I have mistaken you or not. But on such a cold day, assistant Maltz wears
such cool clothes. Be careful not to catch cold."

There was a lot of laughter all around, and Olive left with a light smile.

However, a good lunch, was destroyed by Susie. Olive's clothes were stained with a large amount of
oil, which could not be wiped off. Olive had to call Chloe and ask her to send a coat.

The work Alan ordered needed to be finished in a short time. But the work was too much and many of
the original data needed to be looked up from the reference room. After that, the data needed to be fed



into the computer. Olive felt that she had become a data operator input, with her fingers constantly
running on the keyboard at high speed.

Even if she worked so efficiently, Olive still hadn't finished half of the work until the end of work time.
Olive sighed that the work overtime was unavoidable tonight.

At 6: 00 p.m., Annie called her and said, "When will you get home? Chloe's Mommy has cooked a table
of delicious food for you to eat when you come back."

She had been able to cook, which seemed that the woman's ability to adjust herself was very good.
Chloe's parents had known that she had divorced. In addition to pity her, they could only treat her as a
relative.

Olive whispered softly, "Sorry, honey, I can't accompany you to dinner tonight. Baby, please eat more."

" Mummy Olive, the beauty, Chloe asked you whether you work overtime or have a date?"

Olive leaned over the table, stretched out, and sighed, "I want to have a date, but I am exploited by the
evil capitalism..."

Her desk was just outside the president's office. At the same time, Alan was opening the door and
coming out. When he heard this, he raised the corner of his lips, and then her eyes cooled down. Date?
Who was she going to date? The man whom she was reluctant to leave downstairs in the
neighborhood?

He shut the door a little restlessly, put his suit in his arms and strode away.

Olive looked at his figure and was stunned. He must have heard what she said just now. Then she
shrugged her shoulders, spat out her tongue slightly and made a naughty expression.

In fact, she was not afraid of him, but she would involuntarily become cautious.



Because it was in winter, colleagues would not work too late. At 8:00 P.m., the whole building was
quiet.

Many of the lights were turned off. It was dark around, as if there were countless hands tearing away
the horrible cells. The person who was timid couldn't stand it.

Although Olive had never believed in ghosts and gods, she couldn't help being frightened when all
were quiet at dead of night. So she played some intense music to embolden herself.

She went to the tea room to refresh herself with a cup of coffee. Sabrina knew that she had to work
late. So she bought her a box lunch and prepared some snacks for her after work. At this time, she was
eating the snacks while secretly slandering Alan. And then she made a phone call to her home, getting
ready not to go home all night.

She made a living depending on the salary. So she had no choice but to do her duty.

Returning to the office, she saw a person standing at her desk. She couldn't help but be a little
shocked, "Mr. Hoyle?"

It was too late. Why did he get back to the office?

"Not finished yet?" He asked indifferently, looking through the information on her desk at will.

Knowing that he was asking as if he didn't know, Olive felt a little angry. She was not a Superman and
such a large workload wouldn't be finished in a short time.

"No." She answered him formally.

"How long will it take?"



"If it is efficient, I can be able to sort it out before tomorrow's meeting. On the contrary, I am not sure."
Olive said intentionally.

Alan frowned, and he looked at her unhappily.

Olive shrugged her shoulders and said, "I'm sorry, my work efficiency is much lower than the
requirements of Mr. Hoyle. I suggest that you consider carefully whether you still want to let me stay in
the company."

Alan leaned on the table and put his hand on the data. He looked at Olive with his confused eyes,
"Miss Steele, why do I think that you seem to have a bone to pick with me?"

Olive laughed reluctantly, "Mr. Hoyle, that's a serious statement. It is before you become the new boss
of the company that I have wanted to resign."

"Since you have no objection to me, why can't you stay here, eh?" His eyebrows moved slightly, and
his eyes followed her.

Olive dared not look at his eyes, "I don't understand why Mr. Hoyle always has to pay attention to an
employee who has been unwilling to stay here anymore."

"I don't quite understand. As a boss, I have put down my stature and asked you to stay. But what is it
that makes you so strongly wish to leave the company, huh?"

It seemed that he had been accustomed to having such a final sound. It was obvious that he said in a
soft and gentle tone, but Olive still felt very nervous, "I..."

How should she answer him?


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