"Charles, thank you for the jewelry you gave me, but it's too exaggerated. I can hardly lift it up when I wear it around my neck!"
Charles scratched the tip of her nose lovingly and ruffled her long hair.
"You girl, didn't you say that the bigger the jewelry, the better? Wouldn't it make that guy Stanley feel a little bit in danger?"
For a moment, the surrounding air was almost stagnant.
The employees looked at me with mocking eyes.
Only then did Charles notice me, but he still didn't let go of Sally's hand, but his eyes became colder.
"Why are you here? Didn't I tell you not to come to the company? Your coming will affect the employees' work."
He glanced at the box in my arms and frowned.
"Why are you still holding a pile of garbage? Where is the security guard? Can't you see it? Help throw it away."
I followed his gaze and glanced down, only to realize that the branding on the packaging box I was reluctant to open had some paint peeling off.
It turned out that all the goods he gave me were fake. No wonder he didn't recognize it.
Before I could say anything, the security guard had already snatched the cardboard box from my hand and threw it neatly into the trash can.