A Wedding That's Too Complicated
59.Calling George Smith
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"Hello, what's your name?"
"Emily Aitken."
"Sorry, there's no name in it. We need a key card to get in and out here. I have not received any notice. You know, do you want to stop calling Mr Smith?"
Seeing the person in front of her looking unfamiliar and having no record of her name, the receptionist suddenly changes her attitude, mistaking that Emily Aitken is lying and wanting to take the opportunity to enter the CNB Building.
After hearing this, his brows furrowed slightly, and seeing the disdainful expression on the front desk, he could guess his current state of mind without thinking much.
Really underestimating others!
After the incident at the Hospital, he had known for a long time that now this society is full of people who worship high and low.
Emily Aitken has nothing to do, there's no rush. After all, the two burly men wearing security clothes outside the building were not just decorations.
He should call George Smith.
The bib sounds slowly heard from the phone,
and after a few bibs, he picked it up.
"Why so long?"
"I'm already down at your company, but I don't have a key card and can't ride the elevator. Your receptionist said that she hasn't received any notice and I can't go in right now." Emily Aitken told me the truth.
The voice on the phone stopped.
"Stand in place and don't move!"
Before Emily Aitken could answer,
just a quick bib on the phone.
George Smith frowned slightly and reached out to press the space liaison phone on his desk.
"Mr Smith."
A familiar male voice came from the connecting phone of the room, his tone indifferent.
"Emily Aitken is now on the first floor. Get down and pick him up. The receptionist is the front of the company. If you are smart, how much potential loss it will cause for the company, you can deal with it."
George Smith said lightly, while still paying attention to the file in front of him.
"yeah!"
The tone of voice of the people on the home phone did not change, like an indifferent machine.
With disdainful attention from the front desk, Emily Aitken stood to the side, waiting for George Smith's arrangements.
A long time.
A familiar person came out from within, walked in front of him, and slightly lowered his head and gestured, "Hello Miss Aitken, I'm Mr. Smith's secretary, my last name is Crawford, I saw him last time."
"Hello there!"
After being reminded, Emily Aitken immediately thought that she was the one who ran to the hotel last night to dress George Smith.
He must have known something to do with George Smith.
He grinned twice and greeted.
"Please wait a moment!"
Mr. Crawford was in no hurry to bring Emily Aitken upstairs, instead walked up to the front desk, looked at her with a surprised expression, and said coldly, "You've been fired. According to the company's regulations, the people who
being fired by a company may receive a three-month salary used as compensation. Please complete the handover and resignation procedure within three days.
"No! What did I do wrong ?! Why lay off me ?!" Front desk is dumbfounded. This position was given to him by squeezing his head and fighting hard. Why was he suddenly fired?!
"Ceo wants it." Mr. Crawford stopped saying, turned and looked at him coldly, while commanding in a low voice.
Turning her head sharply, no longer paying attention to the cry behind her, stretched out her hand to bring Emily Aitken into it.
"The chairman of the dismissal you mentioned, isn't it Mr Smith?" Emily Aitken followed Miss Crawford and walked to the elevator. There was no one in the elevator except them.
Emily Aitken did not hesitate.
"Yes that!"
Miss Crawford stood ruthlessly behind Emily
Aitken on the right, responded indifferently.
Ding!
After arriving at the floor, the elevator door opened.
Emily Aitken breathed a sigh of relief.
Just as she was about to exit quickly, leaving the sealed space with just the two of them, suddenly Miss Crawford's soft voice sounded from behind her.
"Miss Aitken, you don't have to be too nervous, Mr. Smith is my boss, I naturally listen to his instructions, so you don't have to be nervous"
Miss Crawford led out the elevator, stood in front of her with her head lowered, and said in a low voice, "Miss Aitken is a smart person, and you should understand what I mean, Miss Aitken, Miss Aitken, please."
Emily Aitken's body became stiff, she clearly saw her awkwardness, so she purposely said these words to make her feel at ease.
Be it kind-hearted, or afraid of being a receptionist just now,
it is considered good.
He slowly relaxed his body, and said gently, "Hem! Thank you." Thank you."
Emily followed Miss Crawford to George Smith's office door.
The office is at the front door.
Miss Crawford sat back in her chair, moved her finger slightly and began to continue her work.
Geck, tok, tok!
Emily Aitken stopped, then raised her hand and knocked on the door.
"Lake in!"
George Smith's voice came from within.
He opened the door and entered. The large office was decorated simply. The furniture has only a sofa and a coffee table in the middle, a large pot of plants in the corner, and a table and chairs near the window.
The most striking is the transparent glass wall behind George Smith.
By humbling, you will have a panoramic view of Sunning City.
Emily Aitken closed the door with the back of her hand, standing in front of the door feeling helpless.
He didn't know the purpose of George Smith's phone.
He leaned his back against the door.
After all, George Smith did not have any leads for his next move. He simply stood up, looking up and down at George Smith immorally.
Sharp short hair, sharp eyebrows and eyes are always dark and deep, so it is impossible to guess the inner thoughts of the owner. Under the straight nose shaft are thin lips that are pressed tightly at all times.
The thin lips are the thinnest love.
I remember Miss Crawford's style of ignoring the receptionist right then and there.
Really have his master and servant!
He was no longer frustrated, and immediately sat on the sofa, with his hands folded on his chin, his eyes staring in a daze.
a long time.
George Smith finally stopped writing, finished his work, closed his eyes and rested, raised his hand and squeezed the trunk of his nose, sighing in relief.
Only after returning did Emily Aitken not make a sound
ever since he came.
Looking up, he had actually fallen asleep on the handle of the sofa!
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