Chapter 83
‘An announcement ?‘
'Could it be...'
Following her out of the office, she made her way to the stage and clapped her hands. "Everyone, pause your work for a moment. I have two announcements to make!"
Everyone stopped what they were doing and looked over it in unison, the large marketing department falling silent.
"Due to John's outstanding performance this month, after discussions among the leadership team, John will be promoted to deputy supervisor of Group Five. Let's give him a round of applause!"
She initiated the applause, and as it gained momentum, Paul stood up, shouting, "Bravo!" The clapping carried on even stronger. Grace was visibly happy, clapping vigorously, though her exaggerated movements caused a a noticeable sway.
My emotions were stirred up as well. It was indeed about this!
Once the applause died down, Jenny continued, "Brandon, Philip, you have unjustly attacked your colleagues, violating company policies and causing unrest. As a result, performance-based pay for the month will be deducted, and you will excluded from the annual excellence evaluation."
Upon hearing this, both Brandon and Philip looked surprised, and those around them were equally shocked.
However, the true shocker was yet to come. "Nicole, the supervisor of Group Four, also bears some responsibility. She will forfeit half a month's salary, her attendance record will be halved, and her monthly evaluation will be downgraded to average!"
Nicole gritted her teeth, her expression darkening.
"Alright, everyone, get back to work!"
With that, Jenny returned to her office, and I headed back to my workstation under the envious gazes of the crowd.
Of course, I wasn't returning for work but to savor what it's like to be envied by everyone.
"John, you're savor . You acted arrogantly in front of the director and the supervisor, and not only did you come out unscathed, but you also got promoted!" Paul came over and gave a thumbs-up.
I waved him off. "Keep it low-key. It's just a deputy supervisor position. When I become a director, then you can celebrate."
Grace chuckled. "Do you even know how many compliments you have received these days,?"
I smirked. "I'm not in the office. How would I know?"
She sat down, lowered her voice, and whispered something only I could hear. "Find a quiet place. I'll tell you in private."
This flirtatious woman was always up to something, constantly seeking my attention.
"No rush, there's plenty of time for that!"
I replied with a hint of meaning.
She rolled her eyes at me. "Aren't you afraid of developing feelings over time?"
I snorted when Lily walked over, her face devoid of emotion, and said, "You're a deputy supervisor now. You can't sit here anymore. Move to my side!"
How could that work? If I sat next to her, I would be under constant surveillance.
Grace occasionally came over to help me clear out the trash, and I still needed to chat with the others using a pseudonym.
I smiled. "Ms. Wilson, I'm fine sitting here. I'm used to it, so there is no need to change seats."
"Suit yourself."
She turned and left, clearly displeased.
"Alright, you guys can get back to work. I will be leaving shortly and won't be back until next week."
"A supervisor is indeed a supervisor. Paid vacation time is something we can only dream of."
Paul exaggeratedly remarked.
"Are you interested in being a project assistant?" I asked.
Paul suddenly froze in his tracks. "Mr. Cena, are you thirsty? Shall I get you some water?"
"Cut it out, young man. I need a few days to recuperate, and it's not convenient to handle many things without being in the office. Could you assist with the Winest Company project?"
"You're really something!"
He patted my chest, a broad smile on his face.
Being a project assistant not only boosted attendance points but also involved liaising with the project department, which could yield substantial benefits.
The larger the project, the greater the benefits.
Otherwise, why would Grace invest so much effort to please me?
With no one around, I quickly switched to my alternate account. Jenny had bombarded me with numerous messages.
Jenny: [Darling, it's been twenty hours since you last replied.]
Jenny pouted and replied: [Honey, it's 1 AM now. I can't sleep without you by my side!]
Jenny felt shy: [Darling, did you like the photos I sent you?]
Then came a series of private photos, which aroused me.
Jenny: [Thirty-five hours without a message from you.]
I checked the timestamp. It was just an hour ago.
Nearly two days of silence, the timing was impeccable.
I replied: [Sweetheart, I'm sorry. The past few days have been incredibly busy. I've been swamped, and barely had a moment to chat.]
I: [I saw the photos you sent. I love them. They're perfect! The world is full of beauty, and my darling occupies eight-tenths of it. The rest of the women only share the remaining two-tenths!]
Apologize first, then compliment. Women of all ages, from eighty to eight, fell for this. It's inevitable.
She almost instantly replied, sending a sad emoji.
Jenny: [You're finally online, I missed you so much!]
I: [Sorry, darling, I should have given you a heads-up. Next time I'm busy, I'll let you know in advance so that you won't worry.]
No woman disliked a considerate men. This way, she could feel my thoughtfulness and care even through the screen.
Jenny: [Okay! That way, I won't wait foolishly for you.]
I thought for a moment and sent her the video of me using her clothes for self-pleasure the other night.
I: [Look! Does this count as intimate contact between us?]
I glanced toward the supervisor's office. Jenny covered her face, looking shy.
Jenny: [Oh, you naughty person. Didn't I tell you not to do bad things?]
I: [Because I miss you too much. Seeing your clothes makes me think of you.]
Jenny: [You are so bad. I won't send anything to you in the future.]
I: [Okay, when we meet next time, I will hold you in my arms, run my fingers through your hair, and whisper softly in your ear. I want to kiss every part of your face, starting from your forehead, eyebrows, eyes, nose... and then continue downward. I want to cherish the precious gift that God has given me.]
Jenny: [Am I really as good as you say I am?]
I: [You are exactly as good as I say you are. In my heart, you are perfect.]
Jenny replied with a heartwarming smile: [My dear, you are so sweet!]
I pondered for a moment, then used an excuse to log off. I had managed to create a warm atmosphere, but continuing to flirt would have felt awkward.
Emotions progressed gradually. At different stages, different actions and words were necessary.
In fact, dating was akin to marketing. One involved understanding a woman's psychology, and the other involved understanding a customer's psychology.
The former was to make the other person undo their belt and be devoted to you, while the latter aimed to make them open their wallet willingly.
After closing the chat box, I opened Lily's message.
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