Novel Square
Chapter 75
Chapter 75
Chapter 75 Did You Remember Something?
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Jennifer asked the front desk and went to the president’s office.
Jean was rubbing his forehead with a tired look on his face.
Jennifer knocked on the door, “Mr Smith.”
Jean looked up at her, “You’re here.”
Jennifer nodded, walked up to him and asked, “Is there anything Mr Smith needs me to arrange?”
Before entertaining Wayne’s partners, they just arranged for him to eat, drink and have fun, just to entertain him happily.
But Jean asked her to be his personal assistant, so he had to ask him what
he needed her to do first.
Jean put down her hand rubbing her temples, and said softly, “There’s nothing to arrange. Just make coffee for me when I have a meeting.”
“OK.”
Jennifer left after finishing speaking, and Jean looked at her back, gradually lost in thought.
Her back also has a sense of familiarity, as if she has seen it there many
times before.
I can’t remember, I have a headache…
He shook his head, picked up his phone and sent Vince a message.
Vince was holding a seminar, and when he saw his news, he quickly picked up his mobile phone and typed.
“Why do you have a headache again? Did you remember something?”
“No, it’s just that when I see a person and feel familiar, my head hurts.”
Chapter 75 Did You Remember Something?
“See who?”
Seeing this question, Jean suddenly didn’t want to reply.
He always felt that Jennifer would be in danger if he let Vince know that he gave Jennifer a headache.
This thought just passed by, and he didn’t take it seriously. He casually replied ‘stranger’ and put down his phone to go to the meeting.
Smith’s Boston branch is not as large as DC, but it still occupies a building.
At this time, Jean held an all-management meeting, and dozens of people in professional attire and holding laptops went upstairs one after another.
In less than a while, the huge meeting room was full of people.
Jennifer was sitting in the reception area outside, and when she saw this group of elites through the glass, she was slightly envious.
She also came from a design institute, so she could have found a good internship job and gradually improved
But at that time, she had no way to realize her dream, so she could only quickly find a job that could get a full salary.
Thinking of the past, Jennifer slowly shifted her gaze to Jean…
He sat at the top of the conference table, tilting his head slightly, watching the PPT on the big screen while listening to the executives report on their work.
He wore gold-rimmed glasses, and two strands of hair hung slightly on his forehead. He looked gentle and elegant, but he did not lose the demeanor of a president.
Seeing Jean like this, Jennifer suddenly felt relieved.
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He was supposed to be the proud son of heaven, so how could he be willing to let a woman hold him back.
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Then, he picked up his phone and sent her a message.
“Jennifer, please bring me a cup of coffee.”
Seeing the news, Jennifer got up quickly and went to the tea room to make coffee.
After brewing, she held the coffee and knocked on the door of the meeting room.
Everyone in the meeting room turned their heads to look towards the door.
The executive who was explaining the PPT in front of the screen also stopped in dissatisfaction.
Jennifer was a little embarrassed until Jean waved at her.
“Come in.”
Only then did Jennifer walk up to him with a cup of coffee, put the coffee in his hand, and wanted to leave the conference room.
But Jean said, “Jennifer, sit down and listen.”
All executives: …
She is Wayne’s person, let her sit and listen, what if the secret is leaked?
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But Jean ignored everyone’s expressions, and raised his chin to the executive who was explaining the PPT, “Continue.”
The executive had no choice but to continue, but when reporting the income, he still concealed something, for fear that Jennifer would steal the information.
Seeing this, Jennifer didn’t want to interrupt anymore, so she could only obediently sit down next to Jean.
It wasn’t until the meeting was over that Jennifer chased out and asked Jean, “Why do you want me to sit in?”
Jean looked down at Jennifer, who was a head shorter than him, and replied softly, “I feel like you’re yearning for it, so I’ll let you listen in.”
Jennifer froze for a moment, but she didn’t expect it to be for such a
reason.
“Aren’t you… not afraid that I will report to Wayne after learning about Smith’s information?”
“It’s all unimportant numbers, and…”
Jean paused, and suddenly smiled, “I believe in your character.”
His smile is no different from before, clean and clear, sunny.
As if he was still Hill, not Jean who broke her artificial heart with both feet.
“Jennifer, get ready and accompany me to a banquet tonight.”
Jennifer recovered from the daze: “Banquet?”
Jean nodded: “I’m short of a female companion for the dinner held by Warren, please ask Jennifer to fill it in for now.”
Does a personal assistant include surrogate female companion duties?
Warren is not a particularly prominent family, it can only be considered a wealthy family
The heir of Shaun’s status should not participate.
Jennifer thought about it and agreed.
Anyway, as soon as the bidding is over, Jean will go back to DC.
But just a few days, bear with it, and it will pass.
To accompany President Smith to a dinner party, it is natural to have a matching outfit.
Jean didn’t allow her to refuse, and led her directly to Blue Pacific Mall.
She and Carley had been to this shopping mall before, and wanted to go in to have a look, but people looked at their clothes and refused to let them in.
The people who can enter and exit here belong to the rich, and the products inside are all famous brands, all from famous French designers.
After Jean took her in, he brushed her up with a brand-name long dress, a pair of handmade diamond- encrusted crystal shoes, and a complete set of makeup.
Wallence, who was next to him, saw Jean spend a lot of money for a woman, his eyes almost popped out.
While enduring Wallence’s sharp eyes, Jennifer complained in her heart that she would have to pay a courier fee tomorrow.