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When I woke up, my head throbbed painfully, as if a power drill were burrowing inside it, relentlessly drilling away.
I struggled to open my eyes, and a beam of harsh sunlight pierced through the slats of the blinds, stinging my eyes.
I realized I was in a hotel near the bar, and I was alone in the bed.
I fought to sit up, feeling groggy and disoriented. My gaze instinctively wandered around the room until it landed on a refrigerator.
Water! I desperately needed water! Like a lost traveler dehydrated in the desert, I rushed toward the fridge without a second thought.
As I frantically twisted off the cap of a bottle of mineral water and gulped it down, I habitually turned on the television, which was broadcasting the Morning News.
Morning News! Oh my goodness! I almost missed something crucial!
Our company was holding its fifteenth anniversary celebration that day! The entire ceremony was set to begin promptly at nine o'clock.
As the boss's assistant and secretary, I had sweated through countless preparations for this event, endured numerous scoldings, and taken the blame for many mishaps.
The television was showing the Morning News at seven-thirty, and all staff members were required to arrive by eight o'clock sharp.
Panic surged through me as I rushed into the bathroom, hastily washing away the smell of alcohol from my hair and body. In a flurry, I hailed a taxi while frantically applying makeup before dashing off to the office.
But I was still late. Three minutes late. Fortunately, the boss hadn’t arrived yet.
The boss's assistant, He Lu, merely cast a fleeting glance at me without saying a word.
She was a woman with a captivating appearance, particularly skilled at discerning the boss's thoughts.
With the boss absent, she was currently busy attending to the early-arriving reporters, leaving little time for me, the clumsy assistant's secretary.
By the way, our boss, Zhao Yi, had three female assistants, each standing at least five feet six inches tall, slender, beautiful, articulate, and exceptionally sociable.
Each assistant was paired with a secretary. The assistants primarily accompanied the boss to social events, while their secretaries handled all the office work. In other words, the assistants were like expensive and attractive outer garments, while the secretaries served as practical and economical linings.
Well, everyone had their role to play.
The three of us—Li Yiyi, Meizi, and I—were ordinary-looking secretaries. No amount of makeup could elevate us to the occasion.
When we were hired, our job responsibilities clearly stated: be honest in character and diligent in work. It sounded a bit like a motto used in prisons to encourage inmates to reform.
The boss's expectations were just as blunt; he had once said without hesitation, "You were hired for your abilities, not your looks."
He had always been so harsh with his words, and we gradually grew accustomed to it.
Sometimes people are like that; the more others belittle you, the more you tend to accept it passively.
The three of us were like three loyal gray donkeys turning tirelessly in circles under the boss's whip of demands.
However, compared to others in the company, the three of us have the highest educational qualifications.
This slight advantage is often used as a source of comfort among us, a way to heal the wounds left by the grind of work.
Despite our quiet dedication, there are still many people in the company who envy us. They dare not envy the boss's assistants, as those three women are not to be trifled with. A little maneuvering in front of the boss and a few well-placed words can easily bring trouble upon us.
They are particularly adept at redirecting the boss's anger towards us three girls, who focus solely on our work without playing politics.
As a result, our days have been quite difficult.
When things go well, it’s credited to the assistants and others; when things go wrong, it’s all our fault.
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