The Domineering CEO's Love Story (Part 2) "Such a strong taste...
"Seriously, hasn't your assistant ever expressed her love for you before?"
"No."
"That's right. If he had expressed it when you were still not smart, you would have transferred him to another position long ago."
He spoke carefully, "Do you feel that your assistant treats you differently? Maybe he actually likes you, but he is afraid that he will fail to express his feelings and make things worse, so he has been your assistant all this time?"
"Somewhat, but it's hard to tell whether it's special attention to the boss or something else."
If there's a crazy troublemaker around me, I'll pay special attention to him, too.
My friend exclaimed in surprise, "No way, you can't understand this 'eye-reading technique'?"
"...What a strange name you gave yourself again. He hid it very well, so I couldn't tell. But I could tell what you were thinking."
My friend smiled evilly, "Oh? Really? I've already thought of a way to deal with you!"
After saying that, he closed his eyes.
I looked at the 50% smugness and 50% boasting on his face, "Closing your eyes is useless. Wait until you learn how to close your face."
My friend slumped over the guardrail and said, "Oh, this is not easy. This is the first time I've seen someone you don't understand. What will you do if this guy plays tricks on you? You can't defend yourself."
“Sometimes I don’t understand you either.”
My friend's eyes lit up, "I knew it! I must be a scheming person!"
I said calmly, "At first I thought you were scheming, but later I found out that you were not scheming at all. Your brain is as clean as a newborn baby, so I can't see anything."
"I still can't figure out why you smeared urine mud on your grandfather and said it was your grandfather who did it in order to prevent your parents from beating you."
His eyes wandered, and he forcibly changed the subject, coughing twice, "Oh, um, if he keeps following you but still has no feelings for you, it means you are not very attractive to him, and a long-term relationship won't work, so you have to expose some drastic information."
"You all know about fledgling psychology and the suspension bridge effect, right?"
"You have such an exciting experience right now, but you didn't encounter any danger, and then you went to save him?"
"Yes, but the danger he encountered came from me."
"Hiss...what happened next? What did he say?"
"He said to me, 'You saw me again'."
"again?"
My friend stroked his chin and said, "What do you mean? That sentence sounds a bit profound, but it doesn't seem like he would take his anger out on you because he's in danger."
"It sounds like a bit of resentment of being abandoned after being seduced."
"The assumption is not true. I see him every day on weekdays. Besides, he is my confidant. It is impossible for me not to value him."
"OK." The friend snapped his fingers. "There's another possibility. Don't you realize that this guy has a very low presence? I just saw the photo, but now I've forgotten what he looks like."
“Found it.”
The assistant's low presence is not just a thing that has happened in the past few days. His presence has been low since the first time they met.
He is obviously the most capable subordinate around me, and everyone who knows me should know him.
Whether they are people who want to make friends with me or people who want to target me, they all try to contact him and try to target me through him.
But everyone seemed to have forgotten him at the same time.
Even the company's cleaning lady had received business cards from competitors, but he had never received one.
His presence was so low that in the first few years, even though everyone knew that he was my most capable subordinate and an all-round assistant with top work ability, no one offered to poach him.
The salary I offered him, which was far higher than the highest level in the industry to prevent poaching, was actually just a decoration.
But I don’t regret it. After all, talents should have their value.
It was not until he spent more and more time with me and my business empire expanded to the entire earth that he gradually attracted more attention and gained some sense of presence.
Employees don’t have to look at his ID card to recognize him.
When I had just returned to China, I asked him to arrange a car for travel. Although he had already appeared in various departments at that time, he was still obstructed when issuing instructions.
The driver didn't recognize him.
The driver looked at him warily and suspiciously, but he did not have any negative emotions. Instead, he calmly took out his work badge from his pocket.
As my assistant, I don’t need to wear an ID card on a normal basis - ID cards are worn to identify people, and my assistant should be known by everyone in the company.
But he still kept his work badge with him, as if he had anticipated all this.
"Some people just have a low sense of presence, just like some minor celebrities who are obviously good-looking and have acted in many dramas, but are nowhere to be found in the entertainment industry."
“That’s why there’s a saying in the industry: We’re not afraid of you being ugly, we’re just afraid of you being beautiful but without any characteristics.”
"I wonder if he was ignored since he was a child, and then you saw him, so you said this."
"Perhaps."
"I think it's possible. If nothing else, you are at least special in his heart."
"Given the possibility that he has a crush on you but doesn't dare to say it out loud, you have to show your intimacy and difference to him first."
"Or even if he didn't have this thought before, you have to make him think 'Does the boss like me?'"
"How?"
"It's up to you. Everyone has different standards. Some people blush when their hands are touched, while others even have sex and still think they are good friends."
These words seemed to be directed at me and my assistant.
Mainly assistant.
After all, when he held my hand, his tone was still steady, no different from when he usually reported to me.
"Physical contact is a very effective way to shorten the distance."
"Of course, I'm not asking you to force yourself on me."
He raised an eyebrow at me and adjusted his collar with both hands, "Watch this."
He snapped his fingers, the lights dimmed, and as the music played, he walked towards the dance floor and turned back to wink at me with his left eye.
“Darkness, while impairing vision, amplifies the other senses.”
I watched him blend into the darkness.
...This idiot, he has magnified his senses, and I can't see anything either.
I turned on my smart brain expressionlessly and called up the infrared glasses mode.
I didn’t expect that the first trial of the newly developed product would be under such circumstances.
Through the reddish screen, I saw him select a target, walk to the bar, and ask the bartender to bring the target a margarita.
The target looked at his friend. The lighting was dim and he could only see half of his face outlined by the light.
Friends raise their glasses towards their goal and then drink it all in one gulp.
The music switched and became more exciting, and the friends walked onto the dance floor to dance, and more and more people entered the dance floor, including the target.
With the music, friends and goals gradually approach
The ambiguous lights flickered, and the music beat became faster and faster. The target had drunk some alcohol, and was stimulated by the heat generated by the music and exercise. Her face flushed, her body swayed, and she was about to fall.
The friend was quick to grab the target's slender waist.
The music suddenly stops at this moment, and reaches its climax two beats later.
They looked at each other in the crowd, as if it was the perfect ending of a performance.
Through the screen, I saw the target's eyes sparkling, the smell of alcohol and adrenaline mixed together, catalyzing curiosity and attachment.
Next, the friend raised his arms slightly, held him in his arms, and walked out of the crowd.
The measure was well controlled, there was no physical contact, and the arm just circled the target vaguely.
They exchanged a few brief words, and my friend tapped his watch to indicate he was leaving.
The friend was polite throughout the whole process. Only before leaving did he gently push away the loose hair on his forehead and his fingertips inadvertently brushed against the tip of his ear, then separated as soon as they touched.
The target showed a hint of reluctance in his eyes, but his friend did not look back.
…
“Don’t look at me like that.” When my friend saw me, he raised his hands in a gesture of surrender. “You know I’m not the kind of person who would mess with others easily.”
"This guy is an octopus, playing with eight women at the same time, making tens of millions of dollars crazily, but he didn't manage the balance well. Just yesterday, eight women caught a cheating couple in my bar, ruining the reputation of my bar."
"That bar was a quiet bar. There was piano music playing outside, and they were having sex in the toilet. I was so tired of running around to save my reputation. Now he has changed his appearance and is coming to my bar again. I can't let him off."
I let out a light “tsk” and said, “There’s no need to dirty yourself for someone like this.”
My friend spread his hands and said, "I didn't think about it. I just wanted to make use of the waste and show you the method I just told you."
I leaned against the guardrail and looked down. Even though the target had had many girlfriends before, his friends were definitely of the highest quality. Whether he was really moved or just interested in his friend's high net worth, he became a little absent-minded when other people approached him.
The friend asked the bartender to bring him another drink.
The wine this time was the bar's unique "bloody" color, implying "polite refusal."
The target was stunned when he saw the wine glass and clenched his fists.
My friend laughed and said, "In order to prevent this guy from continuing to ruin the reputation of my bar, I did a good thing and checked his whereabouts. I found that he was involved in things he shouldn't have been involved in, so he spent money like water. These two glasses of wine, just consider them as my farewell wine for him-"
"How was my teaching? How much did you learn?"
"The suspension bridge effect, physical contact, gentlemanly demeanor, and financial and power support."
Music and lighting are catalysts for the atmosphere. It was the friend who gave instructions to the staff that made everything look like a perfect match made in heaven.
"Bingo!" He snapped his fingers. "How's it going? My fusion is perfect, right? Go find your assistant and try it out."
My friend smiled ambiguously, "But these also need to be analyzed in light of the actual situation."
"This guy is a playboy. All the men he meets want to have sex with him. Suddenly, when he meets someone who seems to be slutty but polite, he will become interested."
"I don't know what kind of personality your assistant has. If she's the type who's shy and coquettish, you can just knock her against the wall in the office, pinch her waist and forcefully kiss her, and you'll win her over right away."
"Nervousness, excitement, fear, and excitement all stimulate the secretion of adrenaline and hormones."
I was lost in thought, and following his words, I couldn't help but take my assistant and I in.
Physical contact, how to touch?
My assistant knows that I have mysophobia and will try to avoid physical contact with me. The contact between us is limited to the handover of documents.
What to do?
Pat on the shoulder?
When he hands you the documents, take the opportunity to touch his hand?
Or just push him against the wall, and when he thinks I'm going to kiss him, say "Your hair is messy" in a cover-up statement, and let him figure it out himself?
I brought their faces into the office and thought about them carefully.
...Tsk.
Why does this look so much like workplace sexual harassment?
Is this sexual harassment in the workplace?
I couldn't help but hold my forehead.
My friend asked curiously, “What are you thinking about?”
“…I’m thinking about whether I should customize a coffee mug with the words ‘No to sexual harassment in the workplace’ and put it in the office.”
My friend’s smile froze.
"You bastard, aren't you very quick at learning other things? Why are you so slow when it comes to love?"
My friend was condemning me strongly when suddenly, there was a loud bang from below and a cloud of white smoke rose on the first floor of the bar.
My friend frowned and looked down quickly.
The target who was sitting on the chair and drinking "Blood" just now disappeared.
The white smoke dissipated, and a bat flew up from the seat, swaying.
At the same time, my smart computer lit up and the emergency communication was connected.
"Boss, after our interrogation, we found that Prince Dracula is not the only one here this time!"
I stared at the drunken bat and responded, "I've already seen the second one," while asking my friend to arrange for someone to evacuate the crowd.
"No, this time there are not only bats coming, but also werewolves, witches, and zombies. We will send more people, so please be safe!"
The communication was disconnected and the guests below were quickly evacuated. Fortunately, the lights were dim and the music was loud, so no one noticed what happened in the corner.
The drunken bat was staggering on the chair, obviously drunk to death.
My friend was devastated. "I knew this guy and I had a bad relationship! He played 9p in my bar and turned into a bat in my bar!"
"Is it possible that he wasn't messing around in the bathroom?"
"ah?"
"Maybe, he is sucking blood."
"You mean, he's eating?"
"That's true."
"Eating in the toilet? That's a bigger problem, okay?! Do all vampires have such strong tastes!!!"
“…”
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