"I don't care if you misjudged his contribution to the company or you feel sorry for him for accompanying you on business trips and driving every day. The company has given him enough salary and if it's not enough, he can ask for more, instead of you secretly using my supercar to compensate him."
"This is your own problem. I shouldn't have to put on a leadership role and help you solve it."
Hearing those words, both of them were stunned.
Marco reacted earlier than Louisa.
He bowed to me, his voice pleading. "I'm sorry, Mr. Gilmore. I didn't think carefully about this matter. I will solve it myself. Don't blame Louisa."
Now, he even called her "Louisa".
Just overnight, he changed the way he called his boss from "Ms. Louisa" being "Louisa".
It seemed like the superior-subordinate relationship between them was closer than I imagined.
She raised her hand and slammed the table angrily, saying harshly, "We can handle it ourselves. We don't need you."
She grabbed her assistant's hand, pushed the office door and left without looking back.
Before getting off work, I received two business trip applications for two people and clicked "agree".
At night, my best friend, Reymond Blunt called me to drink.