Chapter 7 A Greeting Gift Sent

Martha Evans wrinkled his eyebrow lightly, and the sound sounded familiar to her.

She turned around and grinned, almond-like eyes narrowed like half a month under her glasses: "President, is there anything else you want?"

Mr President Raymond Holmes took out a spectacle case from the cabinet and pointed at her: "Come here."

Gee, these two words sounded very familiar. She just could not think of it.

Martha Evans walked obediently like a kitten.

The President stared at her with a trace of playfulness in his eyes.

The finger with the tail ring pushed the glasses case over: "Put this on."

Martha Evans's expression was frozen. It was a bit difficult to understand. Did the President like to send employees a greeting gift?

"Take off the glasses and put on this one." He changed into comfortable posture, leaning his back against the back of the chair, and holding his arms.

The commanding tone was quite familiar.

Martha Evans picked up the spectacle case and opened it to see a pair of exquisite black-frame glasses. The style was exactly the same as the one sent by her dad, but it seemed be made with expensive e material.

"This is ..." She uttered the half-sentence, a big question mark appeared on her face.

"Never ask why."

It was the President's famous words of wisdom, a little employee like her had to make a note of it in her mind.

But after thinking about it for a few seconds, she put the glasses back on the table: "My new pair of glasses works very well. The previous one was crushed by a madman. Although I was grieved, if the old was not broken, the new will not come. I thought about it later and thought it through. I may not accept this pair from the President." She hated it bitterly when thinking about it. It was bad luck to meet a madman! However, It was lucky that her job search was not ruined.

Her President's face darkened as that sharp look caused her to shudder: "No one ever rejected me." Madman? It was the first time he had heard this " honorable title " for himself.

That was because you are overbearing, Martha Evans refuted in her mind, of course, only in his mind.

"But President ..." She felt compelled to argue for something.

But the President's eyes were so scary, which was so cold that she cannot help to shiver.

Suddenly he stood up. Did he want to pounce on her? Should the President be sadistic? Or cranky? Now he was pissed off and wanted to beat her up? It seemed highly likely. She quickly took off her glasses and put on the new ones.

Since the President Lord already came to the front of her, the handsome face was instantly magnified several times, and she took a step back in shock.

"Now, see me clearly?"

"Well, quite clear." This lens was more suitable than her own.

"How does it feel?"

"Er, the President is very handsome." Martha Evans thought for 0.11 seconds. Since the President asked this question, he must want to her compliment. Such answer certainly fitted the intention of the President. Perfect. She found that her brain was getting wiser and wiser recently.

A happy smile appeared on the President's face: "Very good, you can leave." He waved to her and stood there with his chest in his arms. His shape was better than the model.

Martha Evans felt relieved. It turned out that Mr President made such a big deal to hear praise from her. He could have told her earlier so that she did not have be in the dark for quite a time.

Martha Evans didn't understand why such an approachable and amiable Mr President could be judged so differently by his company colleagues and outsiders??

Comments for Voldemort are said to have been born for him such as temperamental, ruthless, and indifferent.

A juicier one said that he was not attracted by women, and the probability of being thousands of "gay people" was 99%.

In fact, she was not very interested in the preference of the President, but she deeply feels that how could a man so handsome, charming, and rich be a gay. That would hurt those young girls who worshiped the ground his feet trod on.

She hadn't seen him again for a week since she sent the documents and he gave her glasses. It was said that he was on a business trip.

On that day when Martha was occupied by pouring tea and handing water to the leaders, Lucy, her boss, gave her a document with a not too kind face: "The president told you to send it to his home, so go now and be there in half an hour."

"But I don't know where his home is." Martha Evans took the file and was puzzled.

"Ask Assistant Carter for the address. His phone number is in the company's employee roster, find it yourself." The sound drifted further and further away.

She did not seem to have the option of "refuse to go because she did not know how to go".