"No, they said there were too many people." Cindy replied. She was in a bad mood.
I understood. Her anger over such an arrangement was justified.
"Don't be a prude. Say what you want from me, then hurry up and leave when you're done."
I laughed and made my way down the pile of magazines.
I saw a twinkle in Cindy's eyes. She was more or less embarrassed.
There was no space here. Not to mention chairs, there was not even enough space to put a chair here.
"Do you think I helped you because I begged you to do something, so I'm
deliberately favoring you?"
She did not say anything as a kind of acquiescence.
"Are you that unsure of yourself?"
She continued to be silent.
"In fact, I've looked into the company's affairs recently. Jessie has a good background, but she's too eager.
"That person just now has tried to maintain Jessie's image as a good girl, but this image doesn't really suit her."
I looked at the newspaper next to me that was just delivered.
Working in an entertainment company, communication was important. Even though we had entered the era of new media, we still could not disregard newspapers and magazines. Every morning, there were employees who delivered newspapers to the agents' work station.
The less popular these media outlets were, the easier for them to dish out criticisms.
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