Her Majesty

Chapter 2 The Leader's Reaction

I stood up from the sofa, put down what I was holding, and tiptoed to the bedroom.

"Miss Emily, can I help you?" After saying this, I regretted it. What can I do for this moment? Help her

dress or help her with some other things? "No, you go first today, and... by the way, put those things

you brought over there for me, and I'll give you the money later."

Listening to the sound of the rustle inside, my heart was like countless bugs crawling up and down,

itching to panic.

I slowly put my head close to the door, through the weak gap, looking inside.

I just saw her white jade body in the edge of the bed constantly sloshing. The elegant hair, the flustered

and beautiful face are all the best embellishments of this painting.

"Whoo, hoo..." I couldn't control my breath, and the heat waved spewing out from my mouth was

printed on the door panel, forming shallow marks.

But I couldn't. Compared with the temporary stimulation, work is obviously much more important. This is property © of NôvelDrama.Org.

"Mr. Justin, didn't you go? I'm sorry I’m fine today. I'll call you if I need anything."

"Well, Miss Emily, if you need next time, you can call me directly."

Walking down from the upstairs, my heart was blocked for a while. I felt that I had a strong affection for

this woman in the past few minutes. If it was not for her marriage, I might have expressed my love to

her.

"Justin!" Just as I was standing at the bus station outside the community and waiting for the bus, the

telephone suddenly rang, called from my department manager.

Compared with the hot-tempered sales manager, my department manager has a much better temper,

not to mention that she is still a woman. Today, with this tone, is she going to fire me?

"What's the matter, manager, please calm down first..."

"What's the matter? Aren't you clear for that? A customer suddenly called me to ask about your

situation, you tell me, did you do anything to the female client?" The tone on the other end of the phone

was a little bad and full of threats.

"It’s really, God is my witness, my dear manager, you can't frame me."

"Frame you? Would I frame you if it was empty words? You have to come to me in 20 minutes,

otherwise, just follow the advice of the sales manager and get out of here. "

"No, no, I’m sorry, Amanda, I'll be right there. Where are you?"

"Office!"

Fifteen minutes later, I returned to the company, deliberately avoided the sales department, and took

the elevator directly to the marketing department.

Standing outside the door, I hesitated for half a day, and finally knocked the door.

"Come in."

Amanda Thurman is a 30-year-old woman, who is still unmarried and quite charming. She wore a pair

of glasses with black frame, which made her more literary and artistic. Today, she was wearing a tight

silver suit that I have never seen before, what a graceful beauty.

"Amanda, you must believe me. I really didn't do anything. What did the client complain about me?"

This manager is a serious representative model in the impression of others, but in my opinion, she is

just a woman who is going through menopause in advance, and our relationship is also very close. The

reason why I have been able to work in this company for so long is also closely related to her.

"Nonsense! Didn't do anything? If you didn't do anything, how could the client call me? "

I quickly threw my bag on the sofa, bypassed the desk and came directly behind her, with my hands

naturally on her shoulders.

"It’s not real, that woman is just looking for trouble. And I was just selling products normally. As you

know, we do sales, it's very hard..."

My fingers were massaging her shoulder skillfully. After getting along with her for so long, I have gained

a deep understanding of this woman's temper. As long as I can serve her comfortably, no matter how

big the anger is, it can be suppressed.

"Well, I trust you once again."

Standing behind her, and smelling the fragrant perfume, my thoughts were flying disorderly.

May be due to enjoyment, she even slowly put her head back, depending on my stomach.

"The manager of sales department, James, has many terrible opinions on you recently, and it is very

hard for me." She squeezed her temples gently with her own hands, as if she were thinking seriously.

I looked down at her. Inside the collar of the suit, there was a white shirt with light stripes. I didn't know

if the top button was intentionally left undone, where revealed a small part of pink neck.

"I'm thinking, shall we report it to superior and say that he abused his power or something, how do you

think?"

"Great! Very good, Amanda! I have long been tired of this person, who always bullies others. If I could

grasp the opportunity to sit in his position, I would definitely be able to do better than him. “Every time I

talk about him, it makes me gnash teeth in rage. As a common saying goes, cutting off people's

financial resources is like killing whose parents. Although I don't have parents, I don't want to be

bullied.

"What if I say, I can let you take his place?"

Amanda suddenly opened her eyes, looked up at me from the bottom to the top. The mysterious smile

in her eyes made my heart swing.

"I don't care whether I could replace him or not. I just want to keep the job. If you can help me, you can

ask for anything." It's not that I am not self-motivated, but that I dare not ask for too much. If I’m alone, I

certainly don't care a lot. But I have a sister who needs me to care... "Hah, what can you do for me?

Help me sell products? I have a lot of people under my command." She stretched out her tongue and

gently licked her lips, which made me tight. It seemed that at this moment, I became the prey in the

mouth of wild animals.

"Then you say, what do you want me to do?" I stopped the movement of my finger, a little afraid to look

at her. I had an ominous presentiment.

"I remember that our company produced a kind of product last time, when you were chatting with me,

you said it was not much different from yours. I want to have a look."

She narrowed her eyes, and fluttered her long eyelashes. A 30-year-old woman turned out to be as shy

as a 20-year-old girl at this moment, which made me know her more profoundly.

"Ah, yes, I brought it. I'll get it for you." I pretended not to understand what she said, because I didn't

dare to think in that direction. I let my both hands go of her shoulders, posing to get the bag, which

really contained the product she said.

"Stop" I had just taken two steps when she suddenly put out her hand and took my arm to hold me in

place. "Come here." Her tone was a little commanding, and I was hesitant to follow her for a moment.

I couldn't resist, so she pulled me to her side. I looked down at her hand on my arm.

Her hands are petite and tender, and her fingernails were covered with red nail polish, which added

some charm to her.

"Er... Amanda, I...I'll get it for you ..."

"Justin, my Justin, your recent acting skills are getting better and better."

She grabbed my arm with her hand and turned her chair towards me. Instead of looking at my eyes,

her sight was firmly fixed on me.