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My Pretty Sweetheart novel Chapter 302

I asked with a frown, "You didn't list any vacancy for the project department here... Can you put me in the project department? It doesn't matter even if I start from the bottom."

Irvin nodded, "Okay, the Project Director for the company had just quitted not long ago because something came up at home. You can take the job."

Taken aback by his prompt reply, I couldn't help but ask, "Why didn't you make the decision so hastily? Aren't you afraid that I'm not qualified enough? Won't you be afraid that I'll ruin your company?"

He glimpsed at me and smiled, "Will you?"

The corner of my lips lifted, "It's hard to tell." After all, I hadn't worked for almost a year.

At the crossroads with a red light, he put his elbow on the steering wheel, and looked at me with his head resting on his hand, "You were the vice director for the Project Department of the Roberts Group, weren't you? If you can easily manage your work as the vice director at such a complex project department, managing the project department in Granger Group should be a piece of cake for you."

I didn't know what to think about his blind trust. Irvin was also too humble about his company. The Granger Group was a huge and international company. Although the Roberts Group was nearly the same in size, it was still lacking in certain areas.

The traffic downtown was bad as usual. As Irvin drove, he gave me a rough account of the development of the Granger Group. He also told me about some of the company's recent projects and events, which gave me a rough idea of what was going on.

Since Yohannes wasn't in good health, Irvin was basically the one who managed the entire company. Sometimes, he would also face some problems that he couldn't solve. He wanted me to work for him in the company because it benefited him.

He needed someone he trusted as his aides.

The car drove straight into Central Park Residence in the city center. Irvin pulled up in front of a residential building.

Looking around at the surroundings, I was surprised. This was the heart of the city, and the housing price was impressively high. The middle classes could hardly afford a house in this area.

Seeing that I was still in bewilderment, Irvin smiled, "I'll take you in and let you have a look at your house first. If you think you need anything, we'll go and buy it later."

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