At that moment, Wang Yue stood still, watching the figure in blue enter the chairman’s office, feeling like he was about to split open.
He couldn’t really have anticipated that Li Qiao, on her first day at the company, would cause such a storm.
This was Yan Emperor Group, the top-tier ceiling enterprise of South Sea.
In the heart of the CBD where talents from all walks gathered, everything had become chaos because of her arrival.
Wang Yue kept taking deep breaths, then nudged Liuyun with his elbow, "Hey, I didn’t say anything over the line in the car earlier, did I?"
If he had known that big-shot honey was the boss’s Li Qiao, he would have held his tongue even if it killed him.
At that time, Liuyun looked at Wang Yue with a ghost of a gaze, "No."
Just as Wang Yue breathed a sigh of relief, he felt a weight on his shoulder; Liuyun patted his shoulder sympathetically and added, "You only said that if that big-shot honey affected the work atmosphere too much, HR should handle it with a negotiated departure. From the company’s perspective, it’s not really over the line."
With those words, Liuyun strode off to his own office.
Wang Yue stared daggers at his retreating figure, wishing he could burn two holes in his back.
Who the hell asked you to consider it from the company’s perspective?
In the chairman’s office, Li Qiao followed Shang Yu inside, sunlight pouring down on the carpet through the panoramic floor-to-ceiling windows, warming the room.
The man walked leisurely to his large desk, his silhouette against the light tall and majestic, the high-end shirt clinging to his shoulders, faintly outlining the perfect curve of his muscles.
Li Qiao clasped her hands behind her back, her gaze fixed on him without blinking, and she smiled faintly, "Master Yan, what work do you have for me today?"
Shang Yu’s eyes, cold and stern, swept over her attire, and he sat down with long strides, propping one hand on the armrest, his voice rich, "How was your first day at work?"
After a pause, Li Qiao, with a lift of her brows, said, "The experience has been quite good."
A standard response; she thought there was nothing wrong with it.
Yet, Shang Yu’s expression never softened, and although he appeared indifferent and casual, the slight pursing of his thin lips suggested... perhaps not so casual.
At that moment, the man slowly rolled up his shirt cuffs, a trace of displeasure in his slightly drooping eyes, "And your relationships with colleagues?"
Relationships with colleagues?
Li Qiao thought unintentionally of One Zero One’s front desk secretary, "It’s also pretty good, they’re all very enthusiastic."
The secretary explained the employee handbook to her and familiarized her with the office environment, which could be considered enthusiastic.
It was just that the moment her voice fell, an invisible oppressive feeling surged in the spacious and luxurious office.
It came from Shang Yu.
Li Qiao was always keenly aware of danger, her brows furrowed as she assessed the man’s dark and profound eyes. Even without speaking, he exuded an aura of icy sharpness befitting a superior.
In terms of presence, Li Qiao felt a bit weaker; she suspected she had irritated him again.
But what was the reason?
Li Qiao lowered her gaze and swept over herself, her clothes appropriate, wearing a suit jacket, quite formal.
Her eyes flickered, and she took a slight step forward, "Master Yan, I..."
Before she could finish, the man pressed the intercom and, his cold eyes fixed on her, instructed the other line, "Move the special assistant’s workstation into my office, and prepare a dedicated elevator card. Any employees discussing non-work-related topics in the work group today will be considered for a ten-point deduction from their end-of-month performance."
Li Qiao looked at Shang Yu with an innocent face, her index finger poking at her own shoulder, "Master Yan, my workstation is going to be in your office?"
How was she supposed to comfortably do her internship work then?