The Innocent Wife of Scheming President novel Chapter 24

"You go first and I'll come soon." Olive said putting a good face on.

Someone wanted her to make a fool of her, but she couldn't make herself embarrassed. She needed to be calm, calm and calm again.

Making herself calm down, Olive drank all the coffee remained last night. The cold feeling ran down her throat. She clenched her hands and then loosened them, picked up the minute book and went to the conference room.

Except for all members of the marketing department, the meeting room was full of employees who were respectively in charge of the purchasing, production, public relations, finance and even personnel departments.

Olive glanced at Alan at the head of the table who looked calm and made others stressed even if he said nothing. The conference room was so quiet that she even could hear the sound when a pin fell to the ground.

Everyone was sitting in earnest. Those women looked at Alan directly or secretly from time to time. The scene was extremely funny.

On his right hand, sitting was Alan's close assistant.

In Sabrina's words, this assistant was handsome and gentle, and looked much more friendly than Alan who always showed an indifferent face.

Olive didn't clearly point out that Sabrina had fell in love with this assistant.

Alan frowned when he saw her coming in without nothing in her hands, "Assistant Steele, how about the materials I have asked you to prepare for the meeting?"

Olive lowered her head and whispered, "I'm sorry, I haven't got them ready yet."

Immediately, the conference room became noisy. Some were taking pleasure in her misfortune, others were showing sympathy for her. Some looked despised, others looked indifferent.

However, Alan still looked calm without any emotional change. But suddenly his eyes glanced at the people at present and immediately the room was quiet.

"Since Assistant Steele is not ready, today's meeting has been rescheduled."

He was so easy-going and his voice had a kind of unspeakable sense of negotiability. Other people couldn't help being surprised, even Olive was stunned for a long time. She had prepared to withstand a storm, but why did he just let her go like this? Or was it just the eve of the storm?

Olive saw that among the people at present, there was someone who gnashed the teeth.

When Alan was about to get up, Olive regained her consciousness. She could not let others laugh at her. So she stood upright, said loudly with a smile, "If Mr. Hoyle doesn't mind, I can dictate it to you."

She did not have many excellent abilities, but there was one that she had from childhood, her extraordinary memory.

Alan's complicated eyes lingered on her face for several seconds and finally he nodded.

Getting his consent, Olive went to the whiteboard, picked up the big head neutral pen, quickly drew a ten-year vine map on it, and marked the data. She explained slowly and clearly and analyzed the company's strengths and weaknesses from the whole market. She cited the data in detail, as if that material ruined by someone was invisibly presented in front of her.

Her eyes were bright and sharp and her every action showed her confidence and grace..

There was a silence in the conference room, which also mingled with someone's incredible and hateful eyes.

Looking around the whole conference room, there was only a vacancy beside Alan. She felt a little uneasy in the face of the man's gaze and silence after others applauded.

"Mr. Alan, I have finished my statement." Olive reminded him that she could not stand there foolishly all the time.

Alan Hole retracted his thoughts, just nodded faintly and motioned her to sit down without criticism or praise. Then he glanced at others, "What other suggestions do you have? I want to listen to you."

All the heads of departments want to make a good impression in front of the new boss so they spoke one after another.

Olive felt that her underwear had been wetted by cold sweat, as if she had been just fished out of the water. Just now, she was so concentrated that her mind now was completely blank.

As soon as the meeting was over, Alan called her into the office and said in a cool voice, "Do you have anything to tell me?"

Olive was conjecturing what was in his mind: Wasn't this to settle accounts with me? The reason why he didn't blame her in the conference room just now, was just to wait for this chance to strictly criticize her. So that he could not only give her face but also set up a prestige in front of her.

The boss's mind was the hardest to guess.

"I'm sorry, Mr. Hoyle. I didn't finish the work within the time you set." She looked down and did not intend to tell the truth and tell him her grievances in front of him.

The boss was always concerned about the result and never cared the process. If she didn't tell the truth appropriately, not only she wouldn't clarify herself, but she would make him disdain her.

Olive didn't want to take this risk yet.