The Innocent Wife of Scheming President

Chapter 23: Who Is She Going to Date (1)

Olive realized that someone was behind the back, but she was not sure that person was Alan Hoyle or Susie Maltz.

Alan Hoyle had that ability, Susie Maltz knew many people.

If Susie Maltz wanted to get back at her, it's not impossible to use his connections to put obstacles in her way.

As for Alan Hoyle, if he did that, did he know something? But how was it possible?

But It was just her secret, nobody knew.

Alan Hoyle was obviously satisfied with her return. "You have been working in this company for four years."

Olive nodded. "Yes."

"So you are very familiar with the company's business and processes." He continued.

"Not very much, but all right." Four years, no qualifications, but she was an old staff, especially the Marketing Department, people coming and going, mobility was relatively large.

Alan nodded slightly and said lightly, "In this case, you don't want to stay in the Marketing Department. And I just need an assistant here. You can go directly to President Office for checking in later.”

Olive immediately shocked, and forgot to react, so, she had to face him everyday?

But on second thoughts, this was only a small company acquired by the Hoyle Group, how could he be stationed here for a long time, and this made her feel sad.

"Is there a problem?" She didn’t know when he crossed the disk and came to her side, his eyes were normal but with heavy pressure.

Olive took a slight step back. She was not used to the powerful aura around him, however, because of this irresistible charm that she had loved him in the best years of her life. Until now, the love could not be uprooted.

"For the Hoyle Group, the scale of the company is really small, and I don't think Mr. Hoyle will stay in Luo city for long. The company has its own general manager and general manager assistant to take care of big and small matters. And they would like to report to you. I don’t know why Mr. Hoyle set an extra assistant.” There was a probing feeling in her words that she could only understand.

"So. Do you wish me to stay long?" His face was so close to her that she could count his lashes.

Olive's heart skipped a beat. "May I take it that Mr. Hoyle is trying to seduce female employees to commit a crime?"

"So, will you commit a crime?" He was the same as before, even a faint smile on his lips.

Olive felt her whole face start to burn. She bit her lip and said, "No, I still want to support my family and I don't want to be the target of public criticism."

Alan's eyes was deep and indistinguishable, "So, are you ready for the check-in?"

Olive stepped out of his pressure loop like escaping a horrible thing, walking, not running, because she wanted to keep a little feigned composure.

After a couple of steps, he said behind her, "Your salary will be doubled and you will get a share of the company's profits at the end of the year. But you must be on duty twenty-four hours a day, Miss Steele. Is that all right? '

"No." Olive stopped and turned.

"Well, the reason?" For her lack of interest, Alan was not angry, seemed to be very patient to listen to her say.

"I work so hard to make my family have a better life. I can work overtime, but I can't sacrifice all the time I spend with my family. So, I hope Mr. Hoyle's total 24 hours will not affect my basic relationship with my family." Olive answered him seriously.

"Dare to bargain with the boss, you are the first one." Alan looked at her uncertainly.

Olive gently smiled, "I am not a very obedient person, Mr. Hoyle can not hire me and find a mannered one."

"You think just these few words will persuade me to dismiss you? I am not a workaholic, as long as you are usually productive and I can meet your requirements." At this point, the two people's consensus was basically agreed, Alan remembered something, and told her, "Tomorrow morning at nine o 'clock I will have a meeting in the Marketing Department, you go to prepare the next meeting materials, and print the company's recent ten years of monthly sales data out, how many people attend, print as many copies.” Property © NôvelDrama.Org.

"Ten years?” Olive thought she had misheard him.

"Yes, ten years. Any questions?" Alan was still the kind of light tone, as if ten years of data was the kind that came to your hand.

Olive did not know whether he was deliberately obstruct her, or gave her a warning, just said he was not a workaholic, but now was forcing her to become a workaholic.

Ten years of data was a huge project, the first few years of data was not necessarily archived in the computer. But it's not her style to throw in the towel at work.

Gritted her teeth and shook her head. "No problem."

Olive's resignation had spread in the company early, but now she suddenly came back and promoted grotesquely. This was without a doubt it attracted a gossip chaos in the company.

Gossip was everywhere, and unspoken rules ran rampant in every corner of the company.

The ugliest face belonged to Susie Maltz

Olive Steele and Sabrina Parker ate in the company canteen at noon, Susie Maltz deliberately bumped into her, and a pot of vegetable soup splashed on her body.

The person who was bumped still did say nothing, The man who bumped into the man shouted loudly instead, "Olive Steele, don't think you now promoted, can walk without eyes."

Olive was speechless.

For a time, it attracted numerous onlookers.