This sudden change not only stunned Emily Baker, but Vera, Ms. Song, and Yola were also taken aback.
Vera asked in confusion, "Manager Wang, I... I don’t quite understand what you mean." Fresh chapters posted on N()velFire.net
Manager Wang’s voice was as gentle as water. "The President has promoted you to be his personal assistant. From now on, you’ll work on the 31st floor."
The President’s personal assistant?!
Processing the meaning of these words, Emily Baker’s face went from flushed to pale, then to an ashen white.
Her body trembled violently as she hurried over and grabbed Vera’s arm.
"Miss Vera, I didn’t frighten you just now, did I? I was just joking with you. Please don’t take it seriously. Actually, I... I was just coming to inform you about your promotion!"
Vera gave a sidelong smile. "Director Baker, do you mean I should ’roll’ up to the 31st floor?"
Emily Baker nearly choked.
"I... I definitely... didn’t mean that."
Even for someone as usually eloquent as her, Vera’s counter-question left her speechless.
"That’s good," Vera said with a sweet smile. "Otherwise, I’d really have to ask Director Baker to demonstrate for me just how a person is supposed to ’roll’!"
Emily Baker felt like she was on the verge of a heart attack, but she could only force a smile. "Miss Vera, you’re so humorous!"
Manager Wang shot Emily Baker a glare, then said with a smile, "Miss Vera, let’s go."
"Alright." Vera walked over. "Should I take my box? I couldn’t possibly trouble you!"
Manager Wang made a courteous offer to help, but she insisted on carrying the box herself.
Vera’s imperiousness was reserved for people like Emily Baker. As long as others didn’t try to bully her, she was generally kind.
"Let me help you with that!" Emily Baker proactively stepped forward, trying to curry favor.
"No, no need," Vera declined with a smile. "An insignificant employee like me isn’t worthy of you carrying my box, Director Baker!"
Emily Baker nearly choked on her words again and didn’t dare say anything further.
Vera followed Manager Wang out of the office. Ms. Song and Yola couldn’t help but giggle softly.
Emily Baker didn’t dare talk back to Vera, so she could only vent her frustration by glaring at them.
Vera paused at the doorway and turned back. "Ms. Song, Yola, feel free to visit me on the 31st floor when you have time. If anyone dares to bully you again, just let me know. I’ll tell the President and have him back you up!"
She was no stranger to leveraging the boss’s authority; this kind of power play was second nature to her.
Although she had only been with the company for two days, Ms. Song and Yola had been very good to her. With Vera’s parting words, Emily Baker would likely be more restrained when dealing with Ms. Song and Yola in the future.
"Okay, Vera! You should come down and visit when you have time too," Yola responded at once with a smile.
"Okay, I’ll get going then."
She nodded to them, picked up her box, and followed Manager Wang.
As she stepped into the elevator, her eyebrows furrowed.
The things I said earlier were just to flatter Kris Cooper and keep my job, so why did he actually transfer me to the 31st floor?
Personal assistant? Does the company even have such a position?!
"Manager Wang," Vera hesitated, "what exactly... does the role of a personal assistant entail?"
"This position?" Manager Wang turned to her with a smile. "This is the first time our company has had such a role. As for the specific duties, I’m afraid you’ll have to ask the President himself."
Vera’s eyes widened at his words.
Kris Cooper created a position just for me? Is he insane?
The journey was quick. DING. As the elevator doors slid open, she couldn’t help but feel a little apprehensive.