The President’s Secretary Wants to Resign Everyday

I decided to stop talking nonsense with the President and cut the chase, “What did you want to tell me when you asked me to come here?”

The President stopped smiling vaguely, “”Secretary, what do women like?”

As the President’s secretary, it is also one of my jobs to help him deliver gifts on the birthdays of various people who need to be remembered. “Are you looking presents? The gifts I have given to women for you in the past include jewelry and clothes, shoes, bags, cosmetics and skin care products, and flowers. That’s about it.”

The President, with obvious dissatisfaction, stared at me in contempt, “I want something special.”

What can make the President so attentive? Naturally, it should be a gift for the heroine. Thinking about it, the heroine had only moved recently, she might not be able to adapt to the new environment. A cat or dog should be good.

I sincerely suggested to the President, “If you want to give gifts to the heroine in the near future, I think you can consider pets.”

The answer might have been unexpected, the President paused, “Animals?”

I imagined the picture where the gentle heroine sat on the lawn, playing with cute kittens and puppies, I couldn’t help but feel the harmonious warm scene, “Yes, an extremely loving and sympathetic girl like the heroine should like it. A fluffy little animal.”

The President pondered for a few minutes and said with great certainty so decisively, “Secretary, you don’t need to go back to the company when you get off the plane, go straight to Africa and buy a tiger.”

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This…where is my resignation letter?

“At present, it is believed that there are no tigers on the African savannah. The African tigers that the audience saw in the famous documentary were Bengal tigers, which were transported from abroad. Article 27: The sale, purchase, and use of wildlife under national key protection and their products are prohibited.”

As if it was a matter of course, the President quietly continued, “Then the lion.”

I pinched my thigh hard, trying my best to resist the urge to grab the President by the ear, “President, the sound of the plane might have been too loud that you could not hear it clearly, what I just said was about small animals.”

Tired of my nagging, the President reasoned, “Then buy a lion cub.”