Caged By My Devil Uncle

I was going to wait for my colleagues first, but the receptionist said, “Miss Chris, the president told me that he can only see you, so this gentleman can not go upstairs. I am sorry.”

Calvin looked a little disappointed at the elevator, but his face quickly returned to normal. He said to me, “Chris, go on up then. I’ll be waiting for you downstairs.”

“I….” As I thought about having to face this alone, my heart suddenly sank.

I am really afraid that I will offend the president by saying something wrong or doing something wrong under tension, and then I will get in trouble with the company.

“Don’t be afraid, just be yourself.” Calvin saw my concern and gently encouraged me.

“Hmm.”

“This is the information, don’t forget to give it to the president, the hope of the company will be transferred to you, don’t worry, as long as you do your best, Sister Wendy and we won’t blame you.”

“Good.” I took the document and entered the elevator.

There are only three floors for elevators, namely the minus floor a, the second floor and the top floor. This is the exclusive elevator that also exists in the White family business. It is specially used by high-ranking people, but it is not so luxurious. I heard that this elevator is only used by the president. I feel so honored to take this elevator.

When I think about how I talked to my uncle, he knows the president very well, and my honor is also due to my uncle.

The elevator door gradually closed and Calvin’s face disappeared into the closed elevator door. I held the briefcase in my hand and sorted out in the elevator. I keep thinking this skirt is too short. Will the president think I am flirtatious?

The more nervous I am, the more I like to think. I take out my cell phone and send a quick message to Kenneth.

“Uncle, I will go to the President’s office soon. The president saw me alone. I am so nervous my heart is going to jump out.”

I think of the embarrassing thing about slamming the cup on Todd’s head and not being able to stop crying when I got smoked by onions. What if I fall down as soon as I walk in the door, or accidentally run into the president?

“Little fool, be nervous, he really does not eat people.”

When I saw Kenneth’s response, his tone sounded familiar, but I was nervous at that moment and did not associate Kenneth with the master at play.

“I know he does not eat people, but I can not help but be nervous.”

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At that moment the elevator door opened and I was even more frightened.

“Uncle, I am afraid I do not have confidence in myself. This cooperation is very important for our company. I am afraid I’ll mess it up.”

Kenneth’s pov

I am also very speechless, she has clearly come to the door, a few more steps and she can see me. I can not wait to meet her in person, but I really want to see the look on that little girl’s face when she knows I am the president.

“Don’t think about anything, have you seen the president’s office? Knock on the door and go inside. If the sky is falling, I will support you.”

Chris’s Pov

Take a deep breath. Kenneth’s words calmed me down.

My uncle and the president are friends. Even if I do something wrong, the President should think of his relations with my uncle and not blame me.

I knocked on the door.

“Come in.” Through the door I heard a man’s voice.

Are you having auditory hallucinations? Why do I think this sound is a bit like Uncle?

The door opened gradually and my heart almost jumped out of my throat.

When the door is opened, there is only black and white. The house is all black except for the walls, and even the carpet at the foot of the bed is black. The interior is restrained and luxurious, giving people an inexplicable coldness. I think this place is too deserted.

The back of the leather chair faces me, so I can not get a good look at the manager.

Cautiously I enter, my voice soft y: “Hello Mr. President, I am Chris from Wilson Group, I would like to talk to you about cooperation.”

The leather chair gradually turned, and when I saw the familiar cheek, my whole person stopped there.

“You little fool, you are so slow.”

I did not respond at that moment. “Uncle, why are you here?”

“So stupid.” Kenneth stood up and walked toward me, stood in front of me, touched my hair withhis fingers and whispered in my ear, “So, you do not know who I am?”

Remembering the golf course and the restaurant, Kenneth saved my life on both occasions.

He said he knew the president and even knew his height and weight like the back of his hand.

“So you are the president of the King Group,” I said to his smiling eyes.

He bit my ear. “What a jerk.”

The breath from the tip of my nose makes my whole body tremble, and my deep voice is too appealing.

Kenneth’s whole person, not only in appearance but also in sound, looks like a character from a cartoon.

“Yes, I am the president of the King Group.”

I pouted and said unhappily, “Uncle, you did not tell me before, I am making a fool of myself!”

He shaved the tip of my nose. “That was because you are so stupid. The first time you were in first place, it was just me and Todd. Since Todd is not the president, I am not? I thought I made it clear enough. Who knows, maybe you did not even think it would be me? The second time at the restaurant, you’d be more likely to think that the unlucky guy was a man than that it was me. What can I do? I am helpless and desperate. ”

Hearing him say that, I too felt too stupid and blushed embarrassingly. “This …. All because we are too familiar with each other, so I’ll shut you out directly.” If I knew it was you, I would not need to be so nervous. I just called you and sent you a text message. You could have told me right away, why did not you? I did not sleep well last night. ”

He tugged on my hand. “That’s because I want to see the surprised look on your face.”

I was unhappy. “Uncle, you are so bad.”

“Have you had breakfast yet?”

I shook my head. I used to have regular classes at school, but lately that has become more and more irregular. I was so nervous about not eating breakfast this morning that he took my hand and sat down on the sofa.

“Sit down and rest.”

Soon Cliff brought a delicate and delicious breakfast. “Miss Chris, please enjoy your meal.”

“Uncle, well, then I came to talk about the contract, not to have breakfast.”

“Eat first and then talk.”

“I am going to eat in your office?” I was surprised and asked, “Will that bother you?”

Before I came, the people in the office made the president very secretive, which was a mysterious and domineering scourge in my heart.

A few minutes ago, I was so nervous, but after a few minutes, I actually had breakfast here,

Cliff smiled, “Miss Chris, please be assured that the President has the whole morning off. I think the President should be happy to be bothered by Miss Chris.”

I heard the ambiguity in his words and bowed my head.