The President’s Secretary Wants to Resign Everyday

The return flight will take 14 hours. I was leaning back on the narrow seat in the economy class and watching the old movie. Suddenly, a thought flashed in my mind. I thought of what the heroine said, that the President had arranged for her to stay at the Batian Hotel, a property under the President’s name, if one thinks about it, it’s the same as living in the President’s house. Like how any other tyrannical novels I read in my spare time, the President will begin to show his inhuman nature and would start to abuse the heroine first, next is the heart, then the kidney, after is the body.

This cannot happen. Now is a society ruled by law. If a corporate legal person is imprisoned for a criminal offense, as a secretary, I will be very troubled, and the next work will be difficult to carry out. I’d have to write an announcement and explain it at the investor meeting. Tears would stream down my face for sure, I might even be smashed by small and medium shareholders.

Maybe the company’s shares will be sold off in large quantities, falling by the daily limit.

What is even more frightening if I get treated as an accomplice by the police because I never reported it.

What! terrible!

I’m going to give the president a vaccination in advance and warn him not to do so.

I immediately incarnated as an envoy of justice and went to the first class to find the president. The president was still sleeping with his blindfold covered like when he came. I continued to squat on the aisle next to him and looked at the president’s angular side face. I didn’t know how to speak.

A slap to wake him up?

Hi, President, I heard that you are going to imprison the heroine illegally?

It doesn’t seem very good to be so straightforward. Reason tells me that it is not a good strategy to scold the boss before he has done anything bad.

When I was frowning, the President seemed to have dreamed something. With a big wave of his hand, he hit the top of my head.

“Ah!” I screamed in pain, covering my head.

The president pulled off his blindfold and looked at me bleary eyed. “Ah -” …and screamed.

My self-esteem shattered, am I that scary?