We Are Meant To Be

Chapter 16 Familiar Smell

James Feng stretched arms, slowly opened his eyes, then saw crazy eyes of some nymphomaniac! Why is every woman alike? There's no normal woman, is there?

"What are you looking at?" He asked her coldly, "Keep three meters away from me!"

Christy Zhong suddenly stopped. In panic, she was at a loss. She lowered her head and whispered, lit's time to get up!"

James has already woken up, looked up at the mute clock on the wall and said coldly, "It's still a minute left. Don't you look at the time?"

Did she just want to come in and have a good peek at him? He hated such a woman most, the reason why he changed Junyan Zhang, was that he found this problem of hers was more and more serious! Christy's heart was so nervous that she said, "I'm sorry, Mr. Feng. I'm afraid I'll alarm you." she replied with her brain running fast, and she added, "I'll set an alarm clock for you later, OK?"

He didn't like clocks, too noisy, too insensitive. However, it's a solution for keeping women seeing him sleeping.

Saw she was flustered and panic, still constantly thinking about the solutions, James could not bear to blame her, but said coldly, "Well, set the alarm clock!" He said, already stood up, "You clean up here, the sheets change once a week, only allow yourself to handle, no one else is allowed to come in my room."

"Yes" Christy quickly responded, no matter what, the work he had given must be done well! People love to excel others. For the first job, no matter what, she wanted to be acknowledged! But even if others came in this room, they wouldn't find the bedroom inside.

James looked at the submissive woman in front of him and continued to give work orders, "Clean up here, if the clothes are too old, throw them away and change a batch of new, if the clothes need to wash, put them in the wash box and take them outside the door."

Junyan should have been responsible for teaching Christy these jobs, but don't know why not seeing her.

"Yes,sir" Christy responded, the first day at work, of course, this word was most used.

"Dress me now!" James stood still, said coldly.

Christy, startled a little and hesitated. Didn't he just say that he wanted to keep a distance of three meters? But anyway she still went forward and helped him tie the necktie, and put the coat on for him. James, who was handsome already, is now like an emperor in ancient times, served by servants for dressing.

He had a strong masculine smell all over his body, a faint smell of tobacco, and the smell of Cologne, which made her feel a quiver. How could she forget this smell?

But there should be many men who use this perfume, like people with status, right? Of course, that man was also of great fortune!

James looked at the busy and unskilled woman in front of him, but didn't feel bored, he had even a familiar feeling.

"What's your major?" James asked with no sign, Christy was surprised and trembled to his throat knot.

What's wrong with this woman? Didn't she introduce herself when she was looking for a job? What's the difficulty of talking about her major?

"Um, I'm, I'm a secretary major." Christy stammered because she was quite unconfident about her education background and major.

She didn't like her major. Before her father had an accident, she studied vocal music in the Academy of Performing Arts. After her family was bankrupted, she couldn't afford high tuition fees. Also she had to take care of her child. She had to choose a secretary major. She just wanted to get a diploma and find a job earlier!

It's always said that the humble background can make a successful man. But when people hunted for job, or when they got to know someone for the first time, who didn't pay attention to background and education? It's just not what you can decide.

James asked again, "Is it finished?"

Would it take so long to dress him? Did she also want to spend more time with him?

"Yes,sir" Christy finally smoothed out the wrinkles on his suit and stepped back.

James did not talk any more and walked out quickly.

Right on this time, there was a knock outside the door. At the same time, the door was open. Junyan's face appeared behind the door. She saw James dressed neatly, surprised and said, "Mr. Feng, have you got up early? I'm here to tell Miss Zhong about her work

She was very disappointed. She had intended to embarrass Christy further more. But now that she saw the neat look of James, she certainly understood that the situation was not the same as she had expected.

James has turned on the computer, opening the files, then coldly warned: "Ms. Zhang, Christy is here to be my personal secretary, you should have explained all private works to her clearly! From tomorrow on, if she doesn't do well because she doesn't understand, it shall be your responsibility!"

Junyan was struck by a stick. She had been working with James for so many years. She was always good at guessing what he wants! No matter how painful she was, staying was the first priority. She responded with respect and seriousness immediately, "Yes!"

Then she went straight to the bedroom, where she had to transfer part of her original work to Christy.

In fact, think positively, your salary wouldn't change, your status wouldn't change, and your job content would be less. Why not? For James, women come and go easily, but she stays always.

Since it was business, Junyan made her efforts to explain how to do things for Christy in every details.

Christy seized such a good opportunity to write down her words with her cell phone carefully, and then respectfully said to her, "Got it, I will sort it out as soon as possible."

Junyan hummed to answer. She wanted to calm down and wait to see how long Christy could stay here.

Anyway, James did not belong to her, his heart always remained elsewhere. If Christy could win a piece of his heart, it is a miracle.

"Ms. Zhang, Mr. Feng said that postpone the work after three o'clock because we need to go out." said Christy at the end.

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