Chapter 595 Are You Going to Disagree?

"Miss Jolene," Philippa greeted cheerfully, walking into Jolene's office on the 17th floor. "Here are the documents you wanted."

"Mm. You can leave it there." Jolene nodded at the table. "How long have you been working here?"

"Two months, miss," Philippa reported, fearful she might get picked on because of it. She'd heard Jolene was tough to handle. Surprisingly, the woman only smiled.

Two months was a good time; not too new, not too experienced either. Philippa would be of good use to Jolene in the coming days.

"Not bad. Work hard, and I'll make sure you get your worth," she praised, then unclasped the bangle on her wrist, placing it on the desk. "Here, a gift. Take it."

Philippa gazed at her in shock. "I can't possibly, miss—"

"I said take it," Jolene snapped. "You're my assistant, and my assistant should be able to own fine things."

Philippa bit back her refusal and hurriedly tucked the bracelet into her bag with gratitude.

Jolene hissed internally at the sight. That bangle