Chapter 78 The Nash Group
Eula frowned. Why talk about docking her pay as soon as she arrived?
Wait — her eyes lit up.
"Do we get bonuses each month?"
Judson noticed her surprised delight. The girl liked money, and money made her happy. He nodded in affirmation. "Of course, The Nash Group has a structured reward and penalty system."
Eula's spirits soared. So, it wasn't just the $30,000 salary, there were bonuses too, and even a year-end one. She had to stay with The Nash Group until her three children were all grown up.
Judson took a sip of his coffee. Even though it had milk in it, he didn't complain. His gaze fixed on her, he observed the joy flicker across her face, and his lips curled upwards slightly.
"Judson, it's my first day, and I'm not exactly sure what I'm supposed to do. Could you give me a chance?"
He regarded her sincere face and arched an eyebrow.
"Alright, I'll give you one chance."
Eula hurried back to her desk, grabbed a notebook, and dashed back to him.
"Judson, can you tell me what a personal assistant is supposed to do? I'll make sure to attend to every detail."
For such a high salary, for the happy life with her babies, she was all in.
Judson took another sip of the coffee she'd brewed, noting its satisfying taste.
"A personal assistant is someone who takes care of my private matters, like coordinating my outfits, handling my meals and medications. You'll accompany me at social events, coordinating with the driver for pick-ups and drop-offs."
Eula jotted everything down, even though it sounded a bit like a nanny's job. But for the right paycheck, she was willing to play the part.
Having dispensed his instructions, Judson got busy with his day. Managers came in intermittently to report to him; he listened intently and offered his input where necessary.
With little else to do, Eula propped her chin on her hand and watched him work. She couldn't help but think of him as the almighty overseer of The Nash Group.
Around noon, she approached his desk, noticing how one hand juggled a cigarette while the other danced across the keyboard. He'd been in meetings for two hours this morning, then seeing department heads for over another hour—it was crystal clear that his days were packed.
No wonder his mornings were worth tens of millions; from her viewpoint, it was money well spent.
"Judson, do you want me to order lunch, or shall we hit the employee cafeteria?" she inquired.
Only then did Judson glance at the clock—12:15 already.
"Let's go to the cafeteria."
It was her first day, and he figured he should give her a lay of the land—at the very least, she ought to know where to eat.
She nodded. "Okay! I'll head down first, no need to wait for you."
"Together," he called out, his voice commanding as she began walking away.
"I assumed you usually dined with the senior management team," she said.
Judson toyed with his phone as he stood up and strolled over.
They headed to the second-floor employee cafeteria, a bustling place crammed with The Nash Group staff lining up for lunch.
Eula fell in line, while Judson skipped the queue to select his favorites and took a seat by the window.
Being the last one in, Eula found all the tables occupied by the time she got her food. She scanned left and right; groups had formed, and she recognized no one, leaving her no choice but to sit across from Judson.
