BookToReadChapter 54 Tiffany was taken aback by Alex's question. She asked him in a small voice, "Didn't you tellto bring something to take notes?" She held up her black leather notebook and looked at him innocently. He couldn't help laughing at this.
"I meant your laptop; I can't believe you brought nothing but a notebook along. There's going to be a lot of points you'll need to take down later. Aren't you worried you'll get a carpal tunnel or something?" This was Tiffany's first tattending such a meeting, so she had no experience with these things. Naturally, she hadn't given the matter much thought.
Besides, she only had one laptop-it was one Eric had used during his university days. She usually kept it in her dorm.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtEven if she'd brought it along, it probably would've died on her halfway through the meeting. Wouldn't things be even worse then? After sthought, she said, "It's fine. I'm a fast writer." Vincent, who was sitting in front of them, turned his head slightly to look at them. He told Alex, "Give her mine." "Yes, sir." Alex didn't stand on ceremony. He got up, took the laptop in front of Vincent, and handed it to Tiffany. The conference room was silent; several pairs of eyes were focused on Vincent. Occasionally, scurious gazes would land on Tiffany.
It was because they'd never seen Vincent with a female assistant since Lewis Group's inception. This was a rare sight.
Tiffany was the shy type; she was flustered by these actions. "No, it's fine..." Alex stuffed the laptop into her hands. "Mr. Lewis wants you to use it, so just take it. There's no need to be so polite." Tiffany was lost for words. Polite? No, she was just humiliated.
The silver laptop was very thin and didn't weigh much as she placed it on her lap. The screen's refresh rate was also abnormally high-it worked much better than hers.
It didn't take her long to get used to it; her fingers started flying over the keyboard.
Vincent could see her slender fingers whenever he turned his head slightly. This was his first trealizing that her hands were rather pretty.
Suddenly, he noticed a mistake in her notes He leaned close to her and pointed at it. She immediately understood him and corrected it. Then, she said lowly, "Thanks, Mr. Lewis." en Vincent got a whiff of her fragrance. He asked abruptly, "Did you change your perfume?" Tiffany was caught off guard by this question. Fortunately, someone was speaking, and their voice was loud enough to cover up Vincent's. The question still made her jolt, though. "No..." "I remember your fragrance being different in the past." How would he know what she smelled like? Tiffany's mind was almost short-circuited because of his words. She said dully, "I don't wear perfume, Mr. Lewis." Vincent didn't seem to want to let the matter slide. He asked, "What do I smell on you, then?" "It's..." She found it hard to answer. Were there other CEOs who would engage in conversations about body odors with their assistants during meetings? Vincent looked like he was desperate for an answer, though. He looked at Tiffany eagerly as he waited for her to continue.
Tiffany's face turned crimson. "It's... my shower gel."
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmVincent raised an eyebrow. For sreason, his throat felt a little drye feigned calmness as he tugged on his cuffs and looked away.
He could still smell Tiffany's faint fragrance, though.
h. It tickled his m senses and distracted him throughout the meeting. After the meeting, Tiffany went to the restroom. Vincent watched her leave, looking thoughtful.
"Mr. Lewis?" Alex interrupted his train of thought. At the stime, hen y tnoticed something amiss with the look on Vincent's face. "Is something wrong?" "Don't you think..." Vincent started. "Don't you think something's wrong with Tiffany?" "Huh?" Alex was bemused. "What do you mean by that, sir?"
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