The President’s Secretary Wants to Resign Everyday

My hands were twitching, desperately trying to reach for the resignation application in my bag, and it was a little out of control.

It was too late to say that; the cloudless night sky suddenly struck a thunder.

Mr. Author, I was wrong, I will not resign.

I dialed the phone back with a heartbroken heart, "President, can you give me some more information? Which lady do you want to inquire about?"

The President let out a long sigh, "Oh, after so many years. Now, my heart will finally hurt."

"Dududududu-"

Hurt your grandma's leg!

I had to take out the company's employee address book, and turned to the phone number of Mr. Zhao, the president’s driver. I felt sorry for waking him up so late, so I tentatively sent a text message to Mr. Zhao, "Hello, Mr. Zhao, I'm a Xiao Mi from the secretary's office. I, I'm really sorry to disturb you so late."

Mr. Zhao was very polite, and he is also a man who could predict like prophets, "It's Xiao Mi, I see, you want to ask about the girl the president met today, right?"

God, finally found someone who understands, I almost burst into tears.

Mr. Zhao's news came back very quickly, "The president was kicked by the girl selling beer at the door of the nightclub today, and passed out after that."

Another text message followed, "I thought the people who goes to nightclubs were all bad, I only knew I was wrong when I saw her, it turns out that there are such innocent girl there."

Well, needless to say, I know who it is.

Also, who is going to sell beer at the door of a nightclub?