The Day He Matured

Dawn gradually appeared over the city, everyone brought their bright faces down the street to work and school.NôvelDrama.Org exclusive content.

However, I can feel my face is extremely sad and depressed because my heart is very chaotic.

So my steps are also slow, like a turtle crawling. I feel like my energy is gone.

As long as I work as a secretary for Brian, I will still be sad.

However, no matter how slow I go, I still get into the office earlier than everyone else, I simply have to arrive early to make tea for my boss.

After completing the mission, I returned to my seat and waited.

“Hello, director.” I gave an industrial smile and spoke up when I saw an unpleasant handsome face.

It was early in the morning, but Brian’s face was like a blanket, wrinkled, without any positive energy, only negative.

Did someone take his cake? Is he going to take his anger out on me in the next few minutes?

Brian didn’t answer, didn’t nod or shake his head, just walked into the office. I quickly followed him.

Waiting for him to sit down, I respectfully gave him the proposal document with both hands.

Why do I feel like I’m the maid in historical dramas?

“You’re so good. Oh no, I have to say that you are too smart, too… tricksy.”

My whole body was motionless when Brian finished speaking. Is he crazy?

I thought Brian would compliment me, but in the end, he called me a trickster. What did I do to make him say those words?

“Director, please bend your tongue before speaking. I am your employee, but I am also a citizen of this country. You don’t have the right to insult me like that.”

I don’t know who entered me, but I calmly raised my voice to teach Brian like that. I only know that the anger has welled up to my neck, if I don’t say it, I will be so angry that I will become mute forever.

This guy should be named Bad Guy.

“Did I say it wrong? Bella, I give you the job to let me know your real ability and how you need to promote and try, not for you to ask my brother to do everything.” Brian shouted.

Real ability? I told him I was incompetent when he promoted me to this position. All because of his stubbornness.

But how does Brian know that Harold helped me? The comment line below my picture does not mention this.

“Are you stalking me?”

“What? Stalking you? Am I stalking you?”

Brian asked and then laughed loudly, making my whole body cold. Still, I tried to keep my feet steady and stared at the madman in front of me.

His appearance is the same as when I cursed him on the terrace in the past.

“The perfect idea proposal and the time frame my brother posted the comment proved it. Do I need to stalk you?”

The paper in Brian’s hand followed his throwing momentum and flew towards me and then fell to the floor.

The truth is that Harold has helped me do everything, so I have nothing to justify.

I sighed, bowing my head, accepting these scoldings.

I hate Brian. Try? Promote? Does he think I’m going to stick around with him and be his secretary for another five years, ten years, or for the rest of my life?

As soon as the labor contract ends, I will leave immediately, even if he ties me up with a rope, I will bite it off and get out.

Even if he paid me twice my current salary, I wouldn’t work for him.

“Ah, I forgot that you are very attractive. In the past, I was also infatuated with you and received a painful ending. Now then… are you trying to seduce Mr. Harold? A wealthy and healthy man can satisfy you.” Brian stooped, tilted his head, and looked at me with sarcastic eyes.

My hand clenched. I really wanted to punch Brian in the face, but didn’t have the courage to do so because he was telling me the pain I brought him.

Whether I wanted it or not, it happened. In the past, I knew that he really loved me, so he must have been very disappointed and miserable when he was abandoned by the person he loved while he was on the verge of life and death.

“Harold and I are just friends who just got to know each other. I understood that I could not afford to win his heart and never thought of going further.”

After I finished this sentence, the bridge of my nose was suddenly stinging, and tears almost came out. Fortunately, I can hold it.

I was about to leave the room so we could both calm down when Brian grabbed my hand and pulled me back in and at the same time, he also pressed the remote to lower the curtain.

Every time he blocks my view from the outside, I get a feeling of insecurity.

“Read me the phone number you have registered Zalo. In the future, we will discuss the work through this application to save the cost of card recharge.”

Brian said as he turned on his phone, logged into the application, and looked at me, waiting.

Is this guy crazy? Why do he and I have to make friends on the Zalo application?

The truth is that I use two phone numbers and I only make friends on Zalo with my friends and clients. I have no intention of being friends with Brian.

Is he afraid of spending money to top up the phone card? How much money does that cost? Hana Corporation is implementing a savings policy, right?

“Read.” He said it as if he was ordering me.

In the end, I had to take out my phone, throw it on the stack of documents on the desk, and let Brian do whatever he wanted because if I opened my mouth now, my tears would flow.

My phone doesn’t have a screen lock installed, just a slight swipe is enough to open it.

Yesterday, after listening to Caily announce the news, I logged out of both Zalo and Facebook for fear of receiving questions and comments from everyone.

If they are customers or friends, they will contact me via mobile number. Moreover, my clients have already handed over to Mrs. Erina, and no one will call me except Brian.

Zalo has the function of making friends if both people save each other’s phone numbers. So when I saw Brian save my phone number on his phone and save his number on my phone, I understood that he and I had become friends on that app.

I pursed my lips and turned my face away to quickly wipe away the tears that were about to fall.

I thought everything was done, but as soon as I turned around, Brian handed the phone back to me and forced me to log onto Facebook.

Usually, no one works via Facebook. That’s where I post pictures and some crappy status lines.

“Director, I do not have the habit of discussing work via Facebook.”

“But I have that habit. Please accept my friend request, Miss Bella.”

Once again, I was forced to obediently do as Brian said.

What the hell is this? Is this his new account? Is he using a cloned account?

What does BB mean? Bigg Boobs? Or Bye Bye? No friends, no photos, no status. It’s strange.

“Done.” I turned off my phone and spoke up.

“Good. Now go back to your seat and write me an open letter with an invitation. Brainstorm and don’t copy sample text.”

After that traffic accident, this guy was so different from before, every time he said a sentence, I wanted to punch him in the face.

Did he call me stupid? If he knew I was stupid, why would he promote me as his secretary to waste more time arguing?

“Yes, sir.”

I bowed my head and walked away quickly. At this time, outside the glass room, everyone has already arrived. He’s also very good at timing, exactly eight o’clock.

I quickly turned on my computer and surfed the internet to consult the open letter samples, then synthesize the good ideas, and then based on those ideas and write another sentence to avoid duplicates.

But in short, I think the AD company’s open letter is still the best, but that Brian guy doesn’t allow me to use it.

I had only typed half the contents of the open letter when the clock struck eleven o’clock in the afternoon. I glanced at the right corner of the computer screen and felt sad.

It would be better if Brian just let me sell the apartment. I will bring profits to the company and also feel that I am worthy of the salary I receive.

Now, I feel like a useless person.

“Done yet?” Brian knocked on the desk and asked.

“Not yet.” I answered.

“It’s almost the end of the morning, but you still haven’t finished writing the open letter. Have you just learned how to type?”

Faced with his gaze, I couldn’t say anything more. I felt sorry for myself and almost cried when I thought about my hands.

Never mind, the accident is due to bad luck. That year, he was even more seriously injured than me, maybe his sequelae were also more severe than mine. I don’t want to compare with him.

“You can dismiss me.” I turned my face away and said indifferently.

“How did you pass the interview round of the AD company? An employee who is not forward-thinking and always goes backward.”

After scolding me, Brian also walked away, joining the crowd, who were preparing to go out for lunch.

I turned my attention back to the screen on the computer, typing and typing. Maybe I should take advantage of the thirteen days of annual leave at this point.

I want to balance my mood. I want to go somewhere alone so that when I come back, I will turn into an emotionless log, no matter what someone says, I will not be emotional, not sad. I will be stubborn and will make my face thicker.

“Bella, let’s go to lunch.” Mrs. Erina touched my hand and called softly.

“I’m not hungry.” I smiled as if I was crying, replied.

“The new boss is so evil… Everyone says he has a grudge against you. Okay, I’ll buy you a box of crab soup later. If you can’t eat, try to eat, if you skip meals, you will get sick.”

Mrs. Erina patted my shoulder and hurriedly ran away.

Turns out, everyone realized that Brian was bullying me, trying to make things difficult for me.

Yes, I always come out of his room with red eyes. They are not blind, so they will see that.