"Who says I'm scared?" To raise her confidence, Monica White pretended to be calm and glanced at him.
The man's gaze on her was even more appreciated: "You are not afraid, just follow me!"
Monica White saw the man with one hand in the pocket of his trousers.
Monica White followed behind him, and every step she took was like she was stepping on the clouds.
The power and wealth of this man was simply unknown.
While Stinson walked forward, he also used the tail of his eyes to sweep the woman behind him.
When he saw her follow him, he felt a little excited.
Along the way, everyone took the initiative to greet him.
The elevator door opened and the man crossed his long legs. He turned around and looked at Monica's nervous eyes.
Monica White's heart tightened, and she quickly put away the panic on her face and entered the elevator.
Actually, Monica White's nervousness and panic came entirely from the curious eyes of the people in the hall just now.
She knew that it was not a good thing to have a relationship with Stinson Wayne.
The elevator door was closed tightly. In the narrow space, the man's tall body was full of oppression for her.
"You seem nervous!" The man teased her.
"No!" Monica White replied indifferently.
"I've never brought a woman to my company, do you believe me?" maybe the atmosphere was too dull. The man created a topic.
"Alas, God!" Monica White only answered two words.
Stinson Wayne's heroic eyebrows raised, was this woman questioning him?
To tell the truth, no woman really dared to speak to him in such a disrespectful tone. Monica White's sounds gave him a perverted sense of excitement.
There was a woman who rebelled against him.
Monica White did not expect that he hated a person at all.
Arriving at the man's office, the long corridor, the open atmosphere gave a sense of deterrence, as if it was its owner.
When he entered the office, Monica White's breathing became heavy again. The man's office was dominated by cool colors. There was no warm color at all, and even the lights made people chill.
Stinson Wayne lazily sat on his office chair. His long legs naturally overlapped. He tapped his fingers on the table twice, and then looked up at her: "Come here!"
"What are you doing?" Monica White's expression stiffened and she felt the danger.
"You type!" The man suddenly stood up from his position.
Monica White's mind tightened, her expression blank: "Why did I type?"
"Do you want my assistant to do the work for you?"
Monica White bit her lip and finally sat on his office chair.
The man was casually sitting on the desk. There was no image of a CEO. His finger pressed against his thin lip, and his voice was low. “Write down the conditions, let's sign! "
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