In My Desperate Time

The whole company is talking about one thing today, our president Steven Song is dating Cindy Leigh, a nobody model.

I see the entertainment news this morning. They get a picture of a woman who has big breasts and seems brainless. She and a man go into a hotel.

It's time for work, but they are still hanging around. They spread this point of view: It is advocating for women to rely on men to climb up. It is a shortcut, which is similar to my mother’s view.

I am a little annoyed and couldn't help saying, “do you think men all like women with big breasts and no brains? Our president is gentle and well-cultivated. He is not a shallow person. Do your own business. What's the point of talking about this?”

“You are right. I am not a shallow person.” A similar voice comes from behind.

I turn around and stunned.

Isn’t he the playboy I met in the elevator that day? Is he the elite president I said? If he is,, then I take my words back.

Seeing Steven Song coming in, people shut up and go back to work. Some female colleagues raise their head secretly to look at him. Steven is handsome and single, no wonder these women want to climb up by marring him.

I have been looking down at the manuscript. There is someone watching me overhead which makes me very uncomfortable.

For a long time, Steven Song finally leaves.

comes to inform me that I need to move all things to

I am surrounded by those jealous eyes, I pack up my stuff and

is right. But there is something wrong. I am not more or less gentle and

I curl my lips

see a tinny of

“Mr. President, what's going on...” I ask uncertainly.

“From today, you will be my assistant.” Steven Song leans

happen. I am doing something about design, why would I suddenly

right to

“May I take a sit?”

to the place opposite him.

pout and sit down, “Mr. President, I have never been an assistant before. I don’t know what my

“Chat with me, eat with me when there are some occasions, the most important is to pick me up at my house to go