Chapter 7 President Lose Temper

It was a sunny day with breeze.

At the gate of the N Group, a slender and handsome man got out of the Rolls-Royce. It was Harris. But what was extremely inconsistent with his appearance was his frowning and hurried steps.

Without raising his head, Harris walked straight to the president's office. Along the way, there were many girls who were attracted by him. But this handsome man ignored it directly. He had been thinking about the marriage with Belle.

"Mr. Harris, it's almost time for the meeting." His assistant, Dean, interrupted Harris's thoughts.

"I see." Harris replied. Then Dean left.

As soon as Harris entered the meeting room, a female secretary with coffee in her hand rushed in. She bumped into Harris by accident, and the coffee was all spilled on his clothes.

"I'm sorry, Mr. Harris." The female secretary apologized. As she spoke, she hurriedly took a tissue to wipe Harris's clothes.

"Well, if you are so rash, the N Group won't support an idler like you." Harris frowned and said in disgust.

The female secretary was stunned when she heard this, and it took her a long time to react. "Mr. Harris, I'm sorry. Please forgive me this time. It's not easy for me to get into the N Group. I can't be fired like this." The female secretary said in a hurry.

"If you leave now, I'll take it as your resignation. If you continue to stay here, I'll count you as fired. At that time, your personal informational file will not good." Harris threatened.

The female secretary raised her head and looked at Harris with tearful eyes. Normally, a female secretary would think the gentle Harris was very handsome, but now the female secretary felt as bitter as drinking a cup of black coffee.

Seeing the pitiful look of a female secretary, ordinary people would feel sorry for her.

Glancing at the female secretary, Harris wondered when Belle could be as gentle as the female secretary. Every time Harris returned home, he could feel the tenderness of his "wife", although he didn't want to admit that Belle was his wife.

Thinking of Belle, Harris's head began to ache again.

Seeing the female secretary kept crying, Harris felt sick.

"Well, go out." with these words, Harris sat on the main seat of the meeting room, crossed his legs with his ten fingers, and quietly looked at the screen, waiting for the beginning of the meeting.

Seeing that Harris had made up his mind, the female secretary knew that the current situation could not be changed, so she had to leave the meeting room awkwardly, ready to pack and leave the company.

Seeing the female secretary leave, Dean came over and said, "Well, it's almost time for the meeting."

"Recently, the main project that the N Group is preparing is to build the Golden Mansion in the center of the city. The budget of our department is... " The project manager explained the content of the meeting vividly.

Sitting on the host seat, Harris looked at the PPT on the screen, and he was absent-minded involuntarily.

"...... What I'm talking about is the specific data of this project. As for the practicability, it depended on the president's plan. I've finished." The project manager said.

The project manager finished his words, but Harris still couldn't come back to his senses. Under the gaze of all the people present, Dean gritted his teeth and reminded, "President, what should we do next about this project?"

Hearing the voice of Dean, Harris reacted. Harris looked up at the project manager and said, "I didn't listen to your report carefully just now because of the budget data of this project. You all calculated wrong. The N Group doesn't run charity. It can't give the construction company ten percentage points." Harris said with a frown.

'Fortunately, I checked the data report of this project two days ago. Otherwise, I would be embarrassed in front of many people today.' Harris thought.

"I'm sorry. It's all my fault. Please give me a chance. I'll take it back and make a new calculation." The project manager said in a hurry.

After thinking for a while, Harris thought that the project manager was a talented person and he didn't have the heart to do that. "I'll only give you the last chance. If you don't want to be like the female secretary just now, you can calculate carefully. You know that the N Group doesn't keep idle people." Harris said.

"Yes, president. I see. I will complete the task you gave me." The project manager said in a hurry.

"Let's continue the meeting."

At this moment, in the Ning family, Belle was sitting on the bed, watching TV, eating the breakfast prepared by the servant, and beside her was her favorite cherry which had been washed clean. Belle enjoyed the pleasure of life.

Everyone had thought that the meeting would end here, but they didn't expect that when the financial manager of the N Group was calculating the financial situation of this quarter, a small place in the income statement was registered wrong.

"I think you all don't want to work anymore. You treat me as a fool, don't you?" Harris glanced at everyone present and said in a low voice.

"I don't know what you have been doing these days. The work I gave you is too easy, isn't it? I pay you two times more than the market price, but you repay me in this way. In that case, all of you who are still sitting here, lead your subordinates to work overtime for three hours every day from today on." Harris frowned deeper.

Dean was stunned, thinking that the president had always been elegant, and had never been so angry. 'What happened today that made him so angry?'

After saying this, Harris walked out of the meeting room and returned to his office. It took him a long time to calm down.

After staying in the office for a long time, Harris suddenly remembered that there were some documents left in the car and he was about to go down to take them. When Harris passed by the secretary office, he heard the conversation between the secretaries.

"Hey, Mr. Harris suddenly lost his temper this morning, was he in a bad mood?" Secretary A said in confusion. And she had been thinking about the president's cool face all the time.

"It's all because those director's statements are wrong." Secretary B said naturally.

"It's not as simple as you think. Our president is always gentle and easy to get along with. I'm afraid it's not just because of the report mistakes. "Secretary A retorted.

"You are too naive. Don't you know? Our president got married yesterday!" Secretary C said proudly, as if only she had obtained the exclusive information.

"We know, but what's the connection between the two?" Secretary A looked at Secretary C in confusion.

"Someone said that the president's girlfriend was Miss. Angel, but yesterday the bride became another woman. Aren't you curious?" Secretary C said.

"It seems so, but so what?" Secretary A was still confused, feeling that her brain was not enough for her.

"So the president must have gone through something in the past two days that he lost his temper on those managers." The Secretary C said confidently.

"Are you all free now?" Looking at the group of secretaries, Harris sneered.

The secretaries heard the president's voice and hurried away.

Hearing these words, Harris thought of the woman at home and felt more and more depressed. He walked away without looking back.

At this time, in the Ning family.

"If it weren't for you, I wouldn't believe that friends are more loyal than lovers..." Belle's phone suddenly rang with a love song.

Belle took the phone and saw it was a call from her best friend, Joan Li, who had been playing with her since childhood.

As soon as Belle answered the phone, Joan's loud voice came through.

"Belle, what are you doing? Long time no see. Do you miss me?"

Hearing the familiar voice of her friend, the gloom in Belle's heart caused by the marriage crisis was instantly swept away.

Belle shook her head, sobered up, adjusted her mood and replied, "Of course I miss you. I'm sitting on the bed and watching TV now. What are you doing recently?"

"Of course I am looking for a job. Recently I have inquired about the market situation. By the way, Belle, how's your work going?" Joan asked.

"Oh, by the way, I forgot that you are the daughter of the rich Bei family. How can you bear the pain of finding a job?" Joan sighed, looking depressed.

Hearing her friend's words, Belle felt that her friend on the other side of the phone was in a very low mood, so she comforted, "Joan, you know what's going on my family now. How could my stepmother arrange me to work in the company?"

Hearing what Belle said, Joan realized that she might have misunderstood. She thought that Belle was showing off to her that she didn't need to worry about finding a job, so Joan quickly said apologetically. "You're right. I'm sorry, Belle. I misunderstood you just now."

"It doesn't matter. I know you are careless. We have been good friends for so many years, how can you say such polite words?" Belle said casually.

"I know you are the best to me, Belle." Joan said coquettishly.

"Well, we haven't been out for a long time. It is a good day today. I happen to have something to tell you. How about we hang out today?" Belle asked.

"You're right. We haven't seen each other for a long time. Twelve o'clock this afternoon..... No, 1:00 clock afternoon. It's the milk tea shop at the gate of the old campus, okay? " Joan looked up at her watch and thought for a while. Considering that her friend might not have time for lunch, she changed the original time.

"Okay. Joan, you care about me the most. That's it." Belle said.

"Okay."

Hearing what Joan said, Belle felt warm in her heart when she thought that someone was still caring about her and accommodating her.