Chapter 10 Gift

The neighbor lady said, "I didn't get a clear look at the license plate number, but it was a local one, seemed to have three 8s in it, I don't remember exactly.'"

Judy felt a bit disappointed, she still wanted to check the license plate number.

Susan had been hemming and hawing, unwilling to even say her boyfriend's name, definitely something fishy going on.

"Ma'am, I'm in a hurry to get to work, can't chat now, might miss the subway," Judy glanced at the time, feeling a bit anxious inside.

Her place was quite far from the company, taking forty minutes by subway.

At 7:59 AM, Judy arrived at the company.

She had run all the way from the subway station and quickly took a sip of water to catch her breath.

"Judy, you're panting like that, were you chased by a dog?" Secretary-General Linda teased.

Judy waved her hand, panting, "One more minute, and there goes my perfect attendance reward."

Linda asked, "Where do you live?"

"Suburbs," Judy replied. "It takes forty minutes by subway."

"That's quite far," Linda said, and handed Judy a stack of documents, "Take these to the president's office, and make him a cup of coffee. The president always wants a cup of coffee when he arrives. He should be here in about twenty-five minutes."

Judy secretly admired, "Twenty-five minutes, you can pin that down exactly?"

Linda said, "Wait until you've worked for the president a while, then you'll understand everything."

As a secretary, it's about considering everything for the boss, understanding his schedule and preferences, and being proactive.

Judy gave a thumbs up and then took the documents to the president's office.

Indeed, twenty-five minutes. Not a minute more or less.

Judy made the coffee, and Lewis's footsteps came from behind.

Judy bowed her head and offered the coffee with both hands: "Good morning, President."

Lewis took it and said, "It seems Linda has trained you well. Tidy up the bookshelf; it's a bit messy."

"Yes, President." Judy murmured internally, even being a secretary, she couldn't escape being a jack-of-all-trades.

Lewis didn't sleep well last night. Every time he closed his eyes, the images of that night surfaced, forcing him to take two cold showers to calm down.

Lewis began to work, reviewing documents, remote conference callings; since entering the office, he hadn't stopped.

Judy observed while she tidied up the bookshelf. As the rumors said, Lewis's mood was unpredictable, frowning one moment, relaxed the next. During the conference call, the expression on his face was so stern that Judy felt a chill from meters away.

Initially, Lewis treated Judy as if she were "invisible."

When Judy was walking back and forth, arranging bookshelves, cleaning the desk, and wiping the ornaments with a towel, her movements in front of him, the faint scent of mint coming from her, made him restless.

Suddenly, Lewis called out, "Judy."

"Ah?" Judy looked at him, puzzled, "President, do you have an order?"

"You… write up a proposal for the Southwest project, hand it to me before you leave," Lewis had intended to send Judy out but inexplicably assigned her a task and said, "Write it here, any problem?"

"No problem," Judy replied respectfully.

Saying no problem, Judy was actually a bit nervous inside but had no way back. Her boss had assigned her a task for the first time; she couldn’t say no.

Biting the bullet, Judy had to write a satisfactory proposal.

Judy sat down on the sofa, went through all the data on the Southwest project, and when she was focused, she radiated an indescribable charm that made it difficult to take your eyes off her.

Lewis sat on his chair, his gaze fell on Judy for a while, then he returned to his documents.

Then, Leo knocked on the door and came in to report on work. Seeing Judy there, he was slightly startled.

After reporting on the work, Leo, being talkative, asked, "President, tomorrow is May 20th, do you need to send a gift to Miss Susan?"

"May 20th?" Lewis didn’t catch on immediately.

Leo explained, "May 20th is our local Valentine's Day, girls like to celebrate this festival, exchanging gifts."

Lewis was very clear about this, he hadn't fallen in love with Susan, but since she had been taken to the Royal Manor, and was his woman, he hadn't given her any gift as a token and he should send a gift as compensation.

After pondering for a moment, Lewis's gaze fell back on Judy, "Judy, prepare a gift. You girls know what you like, don't worry about the cost."

Being named by the president, Judy respectfully stood up, "Yes, President."

Buying a gift for the boss's girlfriend, Judy was to be very careful. It was related to her future prospects. Offending the future lady boss would be troublesome.