Flash Marriage: Slow Down Mister
Chapter 659 Surprisingly, it was her

Her purpose is simple, as long as the woman turned back on the line, the back since she felt familiar, then it must be more or less and this person some interactions, their own greetings like this, it is not too much to talk about embarrassment, it is better than saying, you turn around for me to a lot.

Sure enough, upon hearing Catherine's voice, the woman in front of her stopped slightly, turned her body slowly sideways, and turned around.

Catherine stared intently at her cheek, unblinking, as if trying to see her through.

Clara, Boss Clara! How could it be her? Catherine was struck by a bolt from the blue, she had just asked this top boss to wait some more and asked her inexplicably, "What are you doing here?

Now she finally understood why the crowd's eyes among the amazement, replaced by any one in the company shouted editor-in-chief, can also enjoy this unique treatment.

People around the room were talking about it.

"What is Catherine doing here! How dare you have the audacity to make the editor-in-chief stand still."

"Catherine thought she felt she was capable of something by virtue of having done two exclusive interviews with the president, and dared to ask the editor-in-chief to wait for her for a moment and greet her as if nothing had happened."

"She really doesn't know what the sky is the limit, as the saying goes a strong dragon can't suppress a snake, guess if Darren can bail her out this time?"

In the eyes of the crowd, she seems to be a comical clown, surprisingly not to give any face to the editor-in-chief, thinking that with Darren's shelter, she can become reckless.

They think editor-in-chief will definitely deal with Catherine seriously, after all, she is the management, if everyone is the same as Catherine yelling, how can she still manage the company.

Clara also raised her eyebrows, showing her displeasure at Catherine's performance, a pair of eyes falling on Catherine's body, making her uncomfortable.

Catherine also saw her displeasure and apologized in a panic: "editor-in-chief, I'm sorry, I ...... didn't know it was you, I ...... thought it was someone I knew another person."

Oops! I met the editor-in-chief once in a million years when he came to our group.

And how can that mystery woman be the editor-in-chiefBoss?

Curiosity killed the cat ah, Catherine ah, Catherine, you say you excited about what ah, even if you want to know you can not follow up? Now well, in front of so many people, and editor-in-chief so talk, certainly finished!

Catherine prayed silently in her heart: I hope the editor-in-chief is generous and forgives me for my mistake this time.

After hearing Catherine's explanation, Clara's face eased a little and she said, "You come with me."

Catherine hung her head low and admitted to herself that she was unlucky enough to follow the editor-in-chief out.

The moment the two stepped out of the doorway of the congregation's office, the clutter resumed, but of course what they were saying, Catherine obviously couldn't hear.

Catherine reached the corridor, hooked her little hand behind Clara and was the first to explain, "editor-in-chief Lord I really didn't mean to do it, I ......"

Clara glanced back and interrupted Catherine: "Well, Catherine, I know, you don't have to say much, who hasn't had a wrong person at some point."

Catherine looked like she thanked for understanding and said repeatedly, "editor-in-chief, you are...... so understanding."

Clara shook her head and continued, "I also survived from that stage of your life, you are still fighting for a short time, many things you can not handle now, it may take a while to break in, do not care about other people's gossip, just do a good job."

Clara is actually quite good to the company's employees and subordinates in private, but sitting in this position now, she must be strict with everyone in the open, making a small mistake, she will also criticize, this is a way of her management.

Catherine looked at Clara in disbelief, the "notorious" editor-in-chief in front of her said this to herself, I'm not dreaming, right? Even if it's a dream, it's too unreliable.

Clara saw Catherine's surprise, smiled and said, "Well, you don't have to think much about it, go ahead and get busy."

"Uh, that, editor-in-chief, I'll go first then." Catherine said resentfully.

Clara nodded and turned to leave.

Catherine stood still, thinking deeply for a long time, to Clara's good feeling multiplied, the original editor-in-chief is not so terrible, and also give me a good reason, like the editor-in-chief such both beautiful and understanding boss can really not be much.

Then she thought of Darren's book with her picture in it, she thought it was not a coincidence, her mind suddenly came up with a scene where Darren called editor-in-chief Clara, their relationship is not simple, it is likely that Darren has editor-in-chief in his heart, otherwise why would he call it that way?

Catherine's mind was in turmoil. If they were really in that kind of relationship, how could she choose?

She stomped her foot and shook her head violently, muttering to herself, "Bored, bored, don't want to."

"Mr. Jakovich, this is all the information about Catherine." Alastair's assistant hastily presented the information, knowing in his heart that this time the president might really be on to something.

Alastair scanned lightly, and then glanced at the assistant: "When have you ever seen this young master chase a girl and read the information?"

"Yes." The assistant hurriedly withdrew his hands.

Alastair's fingers fell gently on his forehead, bowed his head in deep thought, not knowing what to think, and then jerked his head again, a brilliant light in his eyes: "You arrange it, help me choose a gift." The assistant hesitated for a moment, but quickly responded and understood Alastair's intentions.

The car slowed down and finally stopped in front of the Jakovich Group's building, and Catherine slowly unscrewed the door and stepped down.

"Miss Perry, please follow me." The receptionist saw Catherine walking in and greeted warmly, all of which Alastair had instructed in advance.

When they reached the door of the president's office, the receptionist knocked forward and then retreated.

"Enter." A low, bone-chilling voice slid into her eardrums.

She wondered if Alastair had studied broadcasting, otherwise his voice would be so standard and pleasant.

Alastair did not look up, leaning back in his seat, holding a document and looking at it, no extra expression on his face, but emanating a high, innate reserve.

Catherine looked over at Alastair, who was meticulous and dedicated at this point, and didn't even notice his arrival.

The first time I saw him, I knew he was not a frivolous person. She sighed in her heart, and in the future, when I don't know a person, I can't jump to conclusions.

Catherine coughed lightly and prompted Alastair: "Mr. Jakovich, I'm here to deliver the magazine to you, take a look at it, and if you're satisfied, I'll inform the company and it will be published in the evening."