The Seventh Miserable Bride novel Chapter 184

Yasmine Taylor plastered a smile on her face, but her voice was full of resentment. "Yes, it seems that this fate will go on for a long time."

They were in the same department. Even if they weren't going to see each other every second from thereon, they would still be seeing each other every day in the future.

"You should be grateful to me for saving your life."

There was a certain mystery in Gabriel's words which she couldn't understand, "What do you mean?"

"If I don't get you assigned to the marketing department, you will be definitely be allocated to either the sales department or the research and development department," he said.

"And what's wrong with those two departments?".

"The department itself is good, but their managers aren't. One is a 50-year-old pervert, and none of the beautiful female subordinates who were assigned to that department could escape from his grip. The other is an thirty-five-year-old virgin who had not been married yet. She nitpicks on everything and is hysterical all day. Would you like to have yourself assigned to those departments? Others couldn't get out of there even if they wanted to. There is only one kind of person who wants to get in..."

"What type?" "A masochist," he concluded.

Yasmine was speechless.

She snorted. At the same moment, the assistant came over and reported, "Director, the desk has been sorted out."

"Okay, take Miss Lorris there and let Manager Xavier arrange some work for her."

Gabriel patted Yasmine on her shoulder, "You can repay me for saving you by working hard."

"Copy that, director," she saluted.

Although Yasmine was a new recruit in the workplace, she was smart. She could already understand the job scope very well by the first morning.

At lunchtime, seeing that she was still busy with her work, Manager Xavier came over and reminded her, "Madeline, it's time for lunch."

"Okay, I'll go right away," she said.

The cafe was on the third floor. When she rushed over, there was rarely anyone waiting in line to get food. She got her food and found a place in the corner, eating in large mouthfuls. She wanted to finish her meal quickly and continue to familiarize herself with her job. Her goal was to become an excellent employee in three months.

"No one is fighting for the food with you. Why are you eating so fast?"

She raised her head and saw that it was Gabriel again. He really was everywhere!

Yasmine looked around awkwardly and noticed that many people were looking at her. They were even pointing at her. She lowered her head and asked softly, "Director, why are you here?"

"Don't directors need to eat?" he joked.

"But you don't have to eat here," she said.

"Then tell me, where should I eat?"

Yasmine was speechless. She quickly ate a few mouthfuls of rice, picked up the tray and said, "I've finished my meal, please take your time."

Around three o'clock in the afternoon, Gabriel suddenly came to her desk again when she was busy working. He stared at her computer screen and asked, "How is it? Are you familiar with it?"

She nodded, "Well, I'm almost there."

"If there is anything that you don't understand, you could ask Manager Xavier about it, or you could even ask me." he offered.

"I'll ask Manager Xavier then."

Yasmine answered in a euphemistic way.

"Where do you live?" he asked.

"Friendship Road."

"How do you go home after work?" he continued.

"I take the bus."

Yasmine was a little anxious. Gabriel had been standing in front of her for a long time, and her colleagues were already paying attention to her.

"Director Smith, I need to work..."

Gabriel understood what she meant. He nodded, "You can go back to work." He turned around and went back to his office.

Not long after he left, Manager Xavier came to her and asked in a low voice, "Madeline, are you close to the director?"

"I'm not close to him at all. What's wrong?" she said.

"No way. He seems to be very close to you. The director has never come out of the office to talk to the employees during working hours. Besides, I heard that he had lunch with you at noon. It seems strange for such a high-status person to have lunch with you if he's not very close to you in private."

Yasmine wiped the cold sweat off her forehead, "Manager Xavier, you are exaggerating. Maybe I'm not good at my work, so that's why the director came to guide me. We just accidentally bumped into each other at lunch. It's really a coincidence."

"Not good with your work? You are the smartest newbie I have ever seen. I haven't said the most important point here yet. An important person like Director Smith doesn't usually eat in the cafe."

"Ah? Where does he usually have lunch then?" Yasmine felt a little surprised. She couldn't help but mutter, "No matter how important he is, he is just a director..."

Although her voice was soft, Manager Xavier still heard her. His eyes widened in shock, "Director? Do you really think that Director Smith is just a director?"

"What other identity does he have then?" she asked in confusion.

Manager Xavier lowered his voice, "This is a secret that everyone here knows except for you. Director Smith is the son of the chairman. He just came back from the United States last year and is temporarily serving as the director of the marketing department. He is familiarizing himself with the business process here. He will take charge of the company sooner or later."

Yasmine gasped. "The... the chairman's son?"

How ignorant was she? She actually treated the chairman's son as a rookie who came to apply for the job and even offered to treat the chairman's son to a meal. If her colleagues knew about this, they might suspect that she had gotten in using her connection.

Could it be that Gabriel thought she was seducing him? Seduction... God, she was on the verge of breaking down.

Soon it was time to get off work. Yasmine deliberately dawdled. After everyone in the office left, she came to the director's office and said openly, "Director Smith, I have something that I needed to tell you."

"Go ahead."

"From now on, could you please refrain from coming to my desk to talk to me during office hours? Also, could you please avoid sitting with me during lunchtime?" she pleaded.

"Why?" he raised his head.