Lu Zhaoyang was annoyed . Her eyes swept across the marketing staff .
“Don’t let me begin with how the perfume smells . The bottle itself is so generic, just like any other perfume bottles in the street; one word: horrible! Women love things that are pleasing to the eyes; if you can’t nail the packaging, does it matter if it smells great?”
Lu Zhaoyang glared at the male staff who sat stiffly in front of her . “Marketing department should recruit young and energetic girls . I wonder if a bunch of men understand women at all . Look at all of you; scruffy, and wearing slippers to the office . Do you think this is your home?”
“The boss said we should make ourselves at home . I serve the company and expect no overtime pay!” the man said proudly .
Lu Zhaoyang was speechless . She looked away . “Forget it, I should come here less often . Revise the design, understood?”
“Yes!”
“Good . ” She took a deep breath, and then raised her right index finger covering her nostrils . “For hygiene’s sake, please refrain from wearing slippers to the office . ”
It was toxic!
The man in slippers looked at Lu Zhaoyang, got to his feet imediately and walked away before sitting down on a chair at the far end .
Just then, she heard a crisp voice from behind her . “Do as she says . ”
Lu Zhaoyang felt a chill running up her spine and she turned around . Apparently, it was not because of her chiding the staff, but someone was behind her .
A man stood there with his hands on his back . Wearing a black suit with matching dark-blue pinstripe tie and a beautiful brooch on the chest . He looked smart and tall .
His handsome face looked a bit unapproachable; face like a sculpture, good looking from every angle .
His eyes were particularly lustrous but mysterious .
Lu Zhaoyang knew a thing or two about men’s suit brands . After all, she had been with Huo Yunting for so long . This man was wearing a designer suit: it looked expensive yet restrained .
His thin lips pressed together in a straight line, without any curvature . The arched eyebrows, however, did look familiar .
“President!”
“President!”
The marketing staff greeted . Xiang Jinxi, the president, remained silent . He just nodded slightly and was as cold as ever .
“Hello, Mr . President, I am your new special assistant, Lu Zhaoyang . ” Lu Zhaoyang introduced herself .
So, he was the legendary armchair critic . This stone cold prince charming did not seem to like traveling .
“Hi . ”
Everyone was dumbstruck .
Wow, what was going on?
The president had spoken . It was unprecedented .
Even Lu Zhaoyang was a little surprised . After all, he had not responded to the group of people who greeted him .
“Just do as she says . ” Xiang Jinxi glanced at Lu Zhaoyang before turning and walking away .
Lu Zhaoyang followed from behind . “President, would you like to take a tour of—”
“No . ”
Xiang Jinxi snorted coldly, interrupting Lu Zhaoyang, who could only watch as he disappeared into the elevator .
This man was reticent .
He had better not come to the office . His presence made her feel stressful .
Lu Zhaoyang released a sigh and headed back to work in her office .
On Friday, Lu Zhaoyang received an unexpected call from Lin Yazhi .
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