This kind of smile made Jim Perry’s back shiver with a chill.
No... why is it that when the boss skips work, he’s the one who ends up with more workload?
"Wh-why?" Jim Perry asked Mason Wilson pitifully.
Mason Wilson replied with a smile, "You take the king’s money, you do the king’s work."
Looking at the seemingly honest smiling Mason Wilson, Jim Perry felt like hitting soone. Who on earth spread the rumor that Mason Wilson was kind and gentle?
This is clearly an old fox!
For the sake of his daughter’s reputation, he’s dragging to work overti!
Why is it always who gets hurt?
"Co on, President Perry, it’s not a big deal. Let’s finish early so we can get off work early. Anyway, it’s work that has to be done sooner or later," Mason Wilson said energetically, giving Jim Perry a pat on the shoulder.
Jim Perry: "..."
He wants to resign!
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"Thank you all for your hard work." Julian Campbell ended the interview, smiling and greeting the staff, then sauntered over to George Reed, "Brother George, we can wrap up now."
The closer it gets to the end of the year, the busier these artists get, with their schedules packed full every day.
Finally, there was a chance to finish work early today. Julian Campbell wanted to go ho early to play gas.
George Reed silently put down his phone, then fixed his gaze on Julian Campbell with an intense stare without saying a word.
Julian Campbell felt a chill as George Reed stared at him, his scalp tingling: "Bro-Brother George... why are you looking at like that?"
Quickly reviewing everything he’d done, Julian Campbell hastily confessed, "Last ti, I accidentally ate two extra pieces of cake. It wasn’t on purpose; I just sneaked a bite. See, I didn’t even gain weight. And about drinking iced drinks, I was careful, didn’t hurt my throat..."
Suddenly, George Reed lunged at Julian Campbell and hugged him tightly.
"Whoa whoa whoa!" Julian Campbell exclaid in fright, repeatedly pushing George Reed away, "I’m telling you, I’m straight, I don’t play this way, and I don’t accept any shady deals!"
"Julian, introduce to your uncle!" George Reed completely ignored his artist’s antics, pleading ingratiatingly.
"Co on." Julian Campbell pushed George Reed away, giving him a disdainful look, "Seriously, Brother George, are you that eager to switch to my uncle’s place? What’s wrong with ?"
"You’re great." George Reed’s words made Julian Campbell puff out his chest proudly for a mont, but George Reed’s next line crushed him, "You’re just not as good as your uncle."
"Hey... that’s a bit too much." Julian Campbell rolled his eyes at George Reed, "You’re my manager after all. Why do you always think about switching? Even if I’m not as good as my uncle, I’m not all that bad."
"But, your uncle is the chairman of Peace Group. Julian, oh Julian, haven’t I treated you well? Such important news, why didn’t you tell earlier? You... what’s wrong? Julian, don’t scare ." George Reed waved a hand nervously in front of Julian Campbell’s eyes, noticing that his eyes were dazed and unfocused.
"Hey, what’s up with you?" Despite the playful banter, George Reed was quite anxious about his artist Julian Campbell and quickly grabbed his shoulders to shake them, anxiously shouting, "Julian! Talk to !"
Julian Campbell let out a heavy breath, stared blankly at George Reed, and muttered, "You, just now, said... my uncle is... the chairman of Peace Group?"
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