Brody Group.
Because Larissa and Dixon had gotten married, the receptionist of Brody Group did not dare to stop the boss’s wife from entering or leaving thepany, and let her go straight upstairs to the president’s office.
At the door of the president’s office, Larissa was about to push the door in when Sergio, Dixon’s personal assistant, came over, “Youngdy, the boss is having a meeting in the conference room.”
“Dixon is in a meeting? Then I’ll wait for him in his office.”
Larissa said, her hand already pushing open the office door.
Sergio was Dixon’s follower and knew very well the delicate rtionship between Larissa and his own boss, he immediately followed him in, “What would youngdy like to drink?”
“No drink.” She waved her hand and entered the office, standing in therge office and looking around in all directions, feeling the ce where Dixon had worked.
Everywhere familiar, even with the unique scent of Dixon’s body.
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Larissa enjoyed this feeling so much that she closed her eyes and took a deep breath, not forgetting to say, “Sergio, go out.”
She wanted to be alone here for a while.
The svelte looking Sergio gave a clean and fresh look, with a pair of rimless sses on his white face, his pupils twinkling behind the reflective lenses.
“Hey, youngdy, let me make you a cup of cat shit coffee, it is the boss just bought back the best coffee, you must try it.”
Saying that, Sergio immediately went to the tea table leaning against the floor-to-ceiling window and started grinding coffee, then chatted with Larissa enthusiastically.
The boss had instructed that Larissa should not be alone in his office, and Sergio dared not disobey.
So, half an hour passed, the office door was pushed open, and Dixon finally appeared.
The moment he saw him, Sergio breathed a sigh of relief, immediately got up and walked to Dixon, he smiled, “Boss, you finished the meeting? The youngdy has been waiting for you for half an hour.”
As he spoke, Sergio nced back at Larissa, who had risen from the sofa, and turned back to Dixon and whispered, “If you don’te back, I won’t be able to hold on.”
Dixon hung one hand at his side, holding the blue leather folder in one hand, raised his hand to remove the ck thin-rimmed sses he was wearing on the bridge of his nose, and tilted his head to the right in a gesturing gesture, “Get out.”
“Okay, boss.” Sergio immediately walked out of the office and closed the door behind him.
“Dixon, are you done with the meeting?”
Seeing Dixon, Larissa’s face shed the arrogance of a spitefuldy, extraordinarily well-behaved and obedient, even speaking softly whining.
Dixon cold eyes nted her, walked to the executive chair and sat down, put the blue leather folder on the table, and smoothly pulled the first drawer on the right hand side half open, see the letter inside the original seal lying inside, his grim face eased a few points.
The letter was given to him by Vivian when Sophie was leaving.
Dixon remembered Sophie throughout the day, so he put the letter in the office, whenever work is tricky or tired, he will open it to see.
Seeing a letter is like seeing a person.
Every time he opened Sophie’s letter, he was spurred on to work hard.
Only if he solved the hidden problems early could he better protect Sophie.
“Something wrong?”
Dixon closed the drawer and rested his hands on his desk, sliding his seat forward and closer to his desk, reaching out to tap on the keyboard, lighting up theputer screen and starting to look at thepany’s financial statements.
His indifference and coldness, Larissa saw in the eyes, although some disappointment, but in the slow habit.
Tolerating the loss in her heart, she walked up to Dixon and said, “I’ve talked to my brother about the Xinhui project, and my brother has agreed to cooperate with both of us. Isn’t that good news?”