Chapter 3

The man cast an unfriendly look at her.

 Dana pouted and retracted her arm in front of him.

The man's eyes stayed on her for a few seconds, then he stepped out of the elevator with his long legs. When he passed by her, a smell of woody fir penetrated his nose.

 The smell was exactly the same as when we met at the temple that day.

Dana pressed the elevator button very quickly, but there was no response from the elevator. She stared at her watch, small beads of sweat forming on her anxious forehead.

Then, at the moment when her whole brain was filled with rage, she managed to pull out a shred of reason.

 Realized something very scary.

 The elevator stopped at the thirty-second floor.

 Two men also walked out from the thirty-second floor.

 The thirty-second floor is the president's office and the special assistant's office area.

 Dana quickly closed her eyes.

 Not really, not really.

 People are not so unlucky as this.

She gritted her teeth. As soon as she stepped out of the elevator door, the man was waiting for her, not in a hurry to leave.

With the last trace of fantasy in her heart, Dana wanted to pass the test vaguely. She didn't care that this was the 32nd floor and planned to take the stairs down.

Before she even lifted her feet, a colleague hurried past her with a document in his arms. He didn't forget to stop, leaned to the side, bowed slightly and nodded: "Good morning, Mr. Bilal. Good morning, Special Assistant Ghazi."

 After saying that, he glanced at her several times.

 "..."

 People can really be so unlucky.

 She couldn't pretend to be dumbfounded.

In the special assistance area, assistant Hamad walked this way from the administrative desk. After seeing clearly who was at the elevator door, although he was very curious about what happened, he immediately turned back to his seat.

 Anyone else who was curious was called back to their seats by Hamad.

 There were still only three people in the corridor.

Dana thought about it and decided to just let the perfect attendance award go and take a longer view. The question she needs to consider most at the moment is whether she will be fired for taking the president's private elevator without permission.

Their boss has always been a candidate for gossip in the department's pantry. When there is no major gossip, the boss's work style and personal life are always discussed.

This boss is inhumane and unfeminine. He is resolute, decisive and ruthless in his attacks.

She spoke with difficulty: "Mr. Bilal, I didn't mean to take your private elevator."

 Dana didn't dare to look up, and the reason she just made up couldn't be used.

I came to deliver information to my boss, but the boss was right in front of me; the new intern didn't recognize me, but she happened to remind her boss that this was a private elevator.

 At this point, it would be better to admit your mistake than to quibble.

 Assistant Ghazi quietly went to observe Bilal's face.

"I'm sorry boss, I won't dare to do it again next time." Dana bowed at a standard ninety degrees, with her high ponytail hanging down against the rounded back of her head.

 The man's voice was low: "What's your name?"

 Dana couldn't help but think of common TV drama routines in her mind.

 First, he asked, what is his name.

 Then with a domineering and evil smile, Feng Qingyun said calmly: "You are fired."

 "You... want to fire me?"

There was a hint of impatience in the man's eyes, and when he looked at her with a stern gaze, she was immediately frightened. She omitted the second half of the sentence and said in a voice as small and light as a mosquito, "Dana."

After waiting for a long time, the words "Good, you're fired" didn't ring in my mind.

She raised her eyes cautiously, but the person in front of her didn't react superfluously. He didn't even look at her again and turned around to leave.

Assistant Ghazi gave her a smile: "Miss Dana, goodbye."

 The words that were originally normal now fell into Dana's ears, like a farewell.

She forced a smile, and it wasn't until the man reached the end of the corridor and entered the office that she regained her thoughts, moved to the elevator next to her, and returned to her floor.

 The news spread faster than she could take the elevator down.

Returning to her seat, Dana sat upright, her schoolbag pressed under her arm, and there was an unfinished performance management system plan sitting in her seat.

 She probably doesn't need to write it anymore.

The employees of the human resources department were sitting upright in their seats. Seeing Dana dazed in her seat, they sent the only boy to look out at the stairs, and the rest of them swarmed up.

When Dana came back to her senses, she was surrounded by pairs of hungry wolf-like eyes, as if they were going to tear her apart in the next second.

 "Dana! Tell me how you feel?"

"Bilal has never been particularly handsome. There were interns who came to intern specifically for Bilal's relationship! Aren't you one of them?"

 …

There are all kinds of questions, and every sentence is inseparable from gossip. At this moment, Dana deeply realized that human sorrows and joys are really not the same.

She's worried about losing her job, and her wonderful co-workers! He is actually thinking about some irrelevant gossip! !

"Okay." Hana is the team leader of the human resources department, and her speech is more dignified, and the surrounding area becomes quiet.

 Dana cast her a grateful look.

Hana put his hand on her shoulder and spoke softly: "Dana, I heard Hamad say that Ghazi Special Assistant said you reminded Mr. Bilal that this is a private elevator, so don't take it casually next time?"

 …

 Oh my god, oh my god, oh my god, all kinds of sighs are endless.

 Dana was silent, deciding it was better not to say anything.

The people around her gradually dispersed, and everyone patted her shoulders sympathetically before leaving. Hana couldn't help but cover her mouth and smile: "Don't worry, if you ask, I will put in a good word for you."

 "Sister Hana, will I be fired for this?"

Hana shook her head, glanced across her desk, pointed, and her face suddenly changed: "But I know that if this plan is not handed in before get off work, you and I will have to get out."

"..." Dana was a little passive at work, "If I can't finish it, I have to get out because of the elevator, then why can't I fish for half a day?"

Upon hearing this, it makes sense. Hana was not worried that Dana would delay her work, so she nodded and left.

 Dana is the most beautiful, down-to-earth and hardworking among the interns she has ever trained.

During the week, Dana does not have a part-time job at night. After taking the subway to Beicheng University, she had no appetite to eat in the cafeteria and went straight back to her dormitory.

When Yara saw her coming back, she sat in her seat without saying a word, which was very strange. They hurriedly gathered around and asked, "What's wrong, Dana?"

Dana thought for a moment and suddenly asked: "Are your financial magazines in school?"

 Yara was frightened by her burning eyes and nodded blankly.

 "I want to see the one with my boss's photo."

Yara was as excited as her idol who had successfully achieved success, "You finally have vision!"

In just one minute, Yara sorted out dozens of financial magazines from the desk.

"Everything related to Mr. Bilal has been dog-eared and marked. Please be careful when flipping through it. Mr. Bilal has not appeared in front of the media in recent years. These are all from a few years ago."

 Dana frowned, "A few years ago?"

 Yara clasped her fingers and said, "Five years."

"Five years?" Dana's attention was successfully diverted, "You were only a sophomore in high school five years ago, right?"

Yara pulled up a chair and sat down, and carefully pulled out the oldest one from the pile of magazines. Without even looking at the page number, she turned directly to the page where she interviewed Bilal.

"Five years ago, I admired President Bilal just because of this interview," Yara said with stars in her eyes. "President Bilal not only had excellent grades, but when his father was at the weakest, he joined Al Noor Holdings and worked with a bunch of old foxes. After a battle of wits and courage, the group finally changed its leadership and prospered under the leadership of Mr. Bilal. "

After all, she felt that the adjective was not enough, "Save so and so for so and so!"

"..." Dana was speechless, "The building is about to fall. Yara, if you knew one-half of the knowledge about administrative management textbooks that he does, you wouldn't have failed the exam."

"Hey," Yara said indifferently, "Not everyone can compare with Bilal."

Dana doesn't care about Bilal's entire life reported in it. Putting it together can even make up an autobiography. She had occasionally seen these magazines on Yara's desk before, and some of them had Bilal's photo on the cover.

 No wonder she felt familiar when she saw him in the temple for the first time.

 It turned out that she had met him one-sidedly a long time ago.

"What?" Yara smelled the gossip, "You and Mr. Bilal met? Did you fall in love at first sight? Did you fall under Mr. Bilal's charm?"

 Dana gave her an extremely complicated look.

"Hey." Yara touched her arm, "What's wrong? Something's wrong with you today."

After thinking for a moment, Dana swallowed and said calmly, "I took the CEO-only elevator today."

 "Bilal always invites you?!!"

 "...sitting secretly."

 "And got caught red-handed?"

 Dana nodded solemnly.

At the moment when Yara's expression became extremely exaggerated, Dana beat her to it and said, "Do you remember the man I told you you met in the temple during the vacation?"

 Yara nodded: "Remember!"

After three seconds of silence, Dana spoke with difficulty and suddenly stuttered, "That person... is Mr. Bilal."