Chapter 5

Losing the perfect attendance award was a huge blow. In the spirit of learning every lesson, Dana got up earlier every day and could reach the elevator before 8:20.

 And she herself became famous in the company.

Every time she was in the elevator, Dana could always hear people from different departments whispering behind her: "This is the intern who took the president's private elevator."

The first few times she heard it, Dana was so embarrassed that she asked herself why she was so impulsive countless times. The current situation made her want to climb the stairs and avoid the elevator in the future.

But later she discovered that no matter where she appeared, whether in other departments delivering documents, in the canteen, or even in the bathroom, she would always hear "This is the intern who took the Bilal elevator."

Fortunately, there is a good atmosphere among the company departments at the same time. Everyone is not mocking or criticizing this matter, but simply thinks what this intern does is interesting.

Over time, Dana barely adapted to the teasing among her colleagues. Even colleagues from other departments who had met her countless times on one hand would laugh and joke with her when they met.

The timeliness of gossip will always weaken over time, and everyone just teases a few words, and no one really thinks that there will be any sparks of love between Dana and Bilal.

On Friday morning, the company held a joint meeting as usual. At the end of the meeting, there was still some time before get off work, but everyone was not in a hurry to leave and sat and chatted in the tea room.

 As soon as Dana came in, she became everyone's focus.

She was enthusiastically pulled to the C position. She struggled several times and tried to get up and change positions, but was firmly held down.

 The gossipy eyes of women and men surrounded her, leaving her with nowhere to escape.

"Dana, why don't you take the elevator with Mr. Bilal these days?"

 As soon as he finished speaking, everyone laughed.

 Dana was speechless.

She would pray sincerely before going to bed every night these days. It would be best for someone in the company to engage in some international gossip and pull her out of the center of this gossip vortex.

 But she understands one thing.

Never show any coyness when being teased. Even an embarrassed look will be unequivocally interpreted as shyness or teenage lovesickness.

She tightened her facial expression and refused to give anyone a chance to explore: "I also think that when I can strive to reach the position of President Bilal, I will take you all to sit there."

After hearing this, everyone held their stomachs and laughed, and said bluntly: "You become the president? It is better to say that you become the president's wife!!"

 Mention this sentence.

"Actually, I'm very curious." A female colleague said with a mysterious face, "Dana is prettier than some celebrities I have seen. She is a standard beauty. She has an oval face, cherry lips, a high nose bridge, and a small nose. The most important thing is that I have never seen a girl with bigger and brighter eyes than Dana."

 Everyone nodded in agreement.

 Dana was flattered, "...thank you."

 she continued.

"There are often rumors that Bilal is not flirtatious with women. You guys said," the female colleague quickly blinked a few times, "Bilal will never have an elevator relationship with Dana!!!"

 As the words fell, a burst of hearty laughter burst out.

"Dana, our Bilal is always very handsome. How about it? Are you feeling attracted to him?"

"Dana, you don't have a crush on Bilal and that's why you took the risk of taking his elevator?!"

"Good guy, let me just say that the last time I saw Dana, he was staring at Bilal's back from a distance in a daze!"

 …

Dana: "Spare me! Before this, I have never seen..." After a pause, she worded her words more strictly: "I have never seen the boss in the company, okay!"

No matter how Dana answers, others will always catch the point of ridicule. Faced with a lot of people talking alone, she gradually became incoherent and couldn't find anything to effectively refute the group of people. As a result, they became more and more excited as they talked, completely unaware of the footsteps getting closer and closer in the corridor.

"I have met President Bilal this time. Sister Dana, do you think our Bilal is uniquely charming?" A senior in the outside department who reads a lot of romance novels conceived the plot for her, "Then you launch a fierce offensive against President Bilal, Bilal I always ignored you at first, until you suddenly left..."

Dana's mind suddenly flashed back to the scene where the two met in the hospital and the temple.

 It's not a sign of indifference, it's simply disgusting.

Assistant Ghazi listened to their unbridled words at the door. He caught a glimpse of Bilal's livid face and tried to interrupt them, but was stopped by Bilal.

 He wanted to hear her answer.

"Sister Rania," Dana tilted her head and spoke in a very serious tone, "If it were you, would you fall in love with a man like Bilal?"

 "Hmm...why not?"

 Many female colleagues nodded and agreed with Sister Rania's statement.

"Mr. Bilal is indeed handsome and worth a fortune. But he exudes the aura that women should not come near me, men should not bother me, and employees should not be freeloaders. If you are willing to face a frown every day, then start A trembling face?"

Colleagues did not answer the call, several people were really deep in thought, and some people's expressions instantly became extremely frightened.

 Someone poked Dana from behind.

She turned sideways and gently pulled her arm back. Her bright almond eyes were full of sincerity: "I speak from the bottom of my heart. And he is the boss. We and the boss will always be superiors and subordinates. There are not so many Cinderellas in reality." It's a fairy tale. So please stop teasing me."

 The atmosphere was surprisingly quiet, in sharp contrast to the hustle and bustle before.

Dana was wondering when Hana sat opposite her, lying back, not daring to look directly at her, slowly raised her arm, pointed towards the door with a sense of loyalty, and then immediately took it back.

 Maybe it's psychological.

She noticed that she was locked by a cold gaze, and the woman's sixth sense reminded her who the person was. Dana didn't dare to express her anger until everyone stood up one by one, bent down and said with respect and awe that Bilal was better.

Hana was the last one to stand up. Dana looked at her with a pleading look. Zheng Qingqing only returned her a begging look and left quickly.

She had no choice but to stand up and turn around inch by inch like a machine.

The man in a silver-gray suit stood at the door, his thin lips pursed into a straight line, and his eyes without any warmth at all.

She slowly moved to the door and said softly: "Hi, good afternoon, Mr. Bilal."

 Assistant Ghazi couldn't help laughing.

Dana looks like a high school student who was caught reading romance novels in class by her teacher. In fact, she didn't say anything bad about her boss, nor did she curse him. So she doesn't have too much psychological fear at the moment.

 More of an embarrassment.

What could be more embarrassing than letting your boss hear someone rumoring that you were having an affair with your boss?

 Bilal glanced over, and Ghazi immediately fell silent.

He closed his eyelids and glanced at her lightly. Dana maintained a stiff smile on her face, but in exchange, his face became even more smelly.

 The atmosphere was stagnant for a moment.

Dana racked her brains and couldn't think of a sentence that could ease the awkward situation at this moment, and she and Bilal really had nothing to talk about. But the big boss is in front of her, so she can't just run away.

 The ringtone of the cell phone broke the silence.

 It's Bilal's.

When he saw the caller, Bilal frowned and glanced at Dana indifferently. She looked down at her toes, as if she didn't dare to express her dignity.

Without further embarrassment, Bilal answered the phone, and Assistant Ghazi waved to Dana silently. It wasn't until the corridor was almost quiet that Dana dared to raise his head and caressed his chest as if he had survived a disaster.

It took Dana three times longer than before to get from the conference room to the department office. When she returned to her workstation, she found Zheng Qingqing already sitting there waiting for her.

"Are you okay Dana?" Hana didn't tease her, but was more concerned.

 Other colleagues looked here.

 The opportunity has come.

Now everyone will feel a little guilty about her, and this is the best time to kill this gossip.

"It's okay." She smiled and said weakly, "I almost thought I was going to be fired! As you can see, Bilal always hates people talking about him behind his back. Please don't tease me anymore. I don't want to lose my job and leave. Where's everyone?"

Originally, everyone was wary of employee gossip being overheard by the CEO. Now that Dana said this, seeing her frightened look, her attitude became much more restrained, and they all responded: "Don't worry Dana, I won't talk about it anymore. Bilal will never fire you because of this."

 "Thank you everyone."

 Dana made a secret gesture in her heart.

 On the 32nd floor, the president's office.

When Bilal came back from the conference room, his expression was not good, and the entire secretarial department was worried. Hamad came out of the office and patted his chest as if he was recovering from a disaster.

 "Special Assistant Ghazi, what happened to Bilal?" she asked.

Ghazi shook his head, sighed silently, looked down at the documents in his hand, and raised his hand to knock on the door gently.

 "Enter."

Ghazi pushed up his glasses and spoke in a very formulaic tone: "Mr. Bilal, there will be a scholarship ceremony at D City University at the end of the month. You were originally scheduled to attend this year. But two months ago, Mr. Yamin of Polestar Cultural and Creative Group made a reservation for your meal that day. You Do you need someone else to go?"

 "Um."

Bilal was signing the document and his pen suddenly paused, "Is there a list?"

 "Here it is." Special Assistant Ghazi immediately handed it over.

The list includes awards for all incoming freshmen through senior years, about fifty names.

Bilal glanced over, tossed the list aside, and frowned subconsciously.

 There was a long silence.

Just when Ghazi thought nothing was wrong, Bilal's calm voice came.

 "The meeting with Pole Star has been postponed for one day."

Ghazi paused while pressing the doorknob, and said "Ah" reflexively.

Bilal stopped writing and glanced coldly: "Do you need me to repeat it again?"

"No, no, no," Ghazi tried his best to suppress his inner agitation, "I'll make arrangements right away."

 Close the door.

He paused at the door for a few seconds, looked at the list again, and raised a faint smile at the corner of his mouth.