American Fortune Life

The elevator door opened, Andy walked out of the elevator, and two front desk ladies in a pink OL suit from Gaia Investment Consulting, with a sweet smile on their faces, owed a little.

“Good morning, boss. ”

Andy nodded slightly, not stopping to push one of the two big glass doors straight in.

All the way, every employee looked at him with a keen eye and asked good morning.

Success and wealth add self-confidence and tolerance to the subconscious, and the invisible character of the successful person slowly adds to himself. The so-called migratory gas conditioning migration, rather than prolonged success or accumulation at the top, affects the change in his temperament.

To be more straightforward, in fact, is to think that success brings more bass gas than others, bass gas, speaking naturally loud and influential.

As a traveler, the bottom line is naturally more than anyone else, so in the coming months, when he accepts his identity, the confidence and tolerance he has shown has completely changed his own temperament, not because of wealth, so many people will feel Andy's eyes are deep, mature and steady, quite out of age.

Tory Blake heard the footsteps in the hallway, quickly tidied up the Times Weekly he was just reading, folded it up and stuffed it in the drawer of his desk, slightly busy picking up the mirror and taking a look at his instrument, leaving a strand of long hair behind his ears, hands stacked in front of him, waiting for the boss who was still staring at the photograph to make her look silly.

“Good morning, boss! ”

“Well, one latte, more nai...” Andy didn't stop, but he measured the little assistant, meat se stockings, black high heel ankle boots, very xing.

“Okay, boss, I'll be right there. ”

Some idiots look at their bosses' long bodies, be they blue coats or suit shirts, they are so handsome and miserable.

Walking into the office, Andy took off his coat and hung it on the hanger, unbuttoned his suit, sat on the boss's chair, took out his cell phone, looked at the executives who hadn't answered their calls, had universal music, and several cooperating television stations met.

Ignoring these calls first, Andy dialed up Fatty Karl's phone, and Fatty still hasn't slept in the club country at this time. It feels a little uncomfortable being entertained by Han Chengyu in the club country, but think about his new girlfriend, the dead Fatty should have some convergence.

The Commercial Department's survey list came out, making the stick CJ Group feel a little strange, but since they were on the list, they would naturally learn about it through lobbying companies, and CJ could easily understand what the problem was, at the behest of Old Smith.

Andy didn't want the CJ Group to take care of things, so he called Carl and told him he could go back to the States. Let CJ's men come to America and talk!

Hanging up the phone, Andy was very upset. This fat bastard was in a nightclub. The surroundings were very noisy. He hadn't tasted the taste of a stick girl yet. This fat bastard opened it first.

Picking up the briefings on the desk, it began to look like it. The briefings of several companies were soon finished. They drew a question mark on several questionable things, threw them on the table at will, took the project draft of "The Devil's Soul" out of the handbag, looked at it one by one, wanted to add some more content.

The phone rang again, Andy looked down at the electricity and showed that there was an accident, it was actually Paris Hilton's phone, and he lifted his wrist and looked at the time, 8: 30, which was unusual, and according to Paris' work, he should still be asleep at this time, without hesitation, and picked up the phone.

Even though the two of them rolled the sheets quite a few times, (see chapter 47 for details), there was really nothing in common with each other, nothing more than Parris chatting with Andy, and since Andy decided not to bang her again, after all, this little bitch would turn the sky over his head into dark green, definitely not a good choice, but the mouth is still fine.

Tory came in with coffee, twisting his waist and limbs, and saw the boss leaning his whole body against the back of the chair of the boss chair, his feet on the table, pressing the boss chair from time to time to make a squeak, the boss laughed happily, seemed to be chatting with friends.

Around the desk, walking next to Big Andy, ready to put the coffee on the table, but seeing the boss reach out his palm, he hurriedly handed it to him.

Andy sipped a sip of coffee, it did taste good. After sipping it, he handed it back to Tory and asked her to put it on the table, sticking out her fingers and pointing at the briefing on the finger table, letting her find the instructions herself and give feedback.

Tory Blake put the coffee aside and leaned over to the table to find the briefing, which was very seductive as the OL wrapped TUN skirt, leaving Andy, who listened to Paris chatter, in front of him.

There was no tangle at all, reaching out, he could clearly feel the petite tremor of the little assistant, but there was no reaction, still leaning over to find the document.

If he could see Tory Black's pretty face now, his little assistant's pretty face would be shy red, his teeth would bite his cherry lips tightly, and he would pretend to look for documents, afraid to straighten up his body, afraid to upset the boss, and he would look obedient in reverse.

“Thank you for inviting me, Paris, but I'm sorry, I'm having an art party with Ivana tonight, only next time... ”

Andy didn't have a slightly sorry look on his face, but he pretended to be, "No, no, Paris, I didn't mean that, you know, we were good friends, right? ”

He doesn't exclude attending this kind of party, but if the sponsor is Paris Hilton, then forget it, and his family, Ivana belongs to a big circle. Although they have become friends of the passersby, they are the only two people who know each other's dirty feelings. Ivana doesn't want to see Paris from the heart. Paris' life is so messed up, just look at the so-called friends she's dating, well, it seems that just this year Paris Hilton will still be jailed for sucking DU, and this year it's still good to have less to do with her.

A few minutes later, Andy shook his silent head and hung up the phone, looking at the little assistant who was still leaning over, his face turned red, his eyes were almost overflowing with Chun's eyes. Tory's eyes were opposite, his face didn't have much expression, he said obsessively: “Be good in the future! ”

“Know... Got it!” As fine as a mosquito sound, the assistant's nose was a little rushed and he answered in a shameful low voice.

“Nice, smooth stockings, need to wear high-end stockings in the future to feel comfortable! Send the instruction brief to Al and let him give feedback. Okay, let's go! ”

Watching the little assistant with a slight shake in her leg, she ran off with a red face, her mouth curling and a satisfied smile.