In the shy and timid acquiescence, the narrow-minded man cast a sidelong glance at her and said coldly, "It's no use worrying. I will feel sorry for him even though he has so much work to do next."
Cassie stopped dispensing medicine and turned around incredibly, "Why don't you reduce his workload, if you feel sorry for him?"
It was so boring to say it in front of others.
"It's all your blessing." Richie lifted one of his legs and placed it on the other, then he slightly leaned the movable chair back.
"What? Do you still want to book his workload of next year?"
Cassie withdrew her glare, and then seriously prepared the medicine. Then Richie coughed several times again.
Looking around at the cold office, she couldn't help but giggle with an eyebrow raised. "It looks like you are seriously ill. Why doesn't Consuela come with you?"
"I don't want to see her get tired because of my illness," said Richie, with a trace of love in his eyes.
Richie's words successfully provoked the lonely young lady. The corners of her mouth twitched. All of a sudden, she regretted that she had made trouble for herself.
Besides, even if he had offended Consuela, he could do whatever he could to please her. He would praise her by all means.
"If you don't want to be a CEO in the future, you can work as a salesman. You must be able to be the core employee."
"Oh, thank you so much for your advice. I'm almost moved by your words."
With a smirk on his face, Richie nodded his head. He watched Cassie approaching him and put the medicine bag on him.
"It will take about two hours. I prescribe six bags for you."
Then she continued, "I think it's a good idea for you to just rest in the lounge. What do you think?"
Hearing her words, Richie's eyelids were about to droop. He suddenly opened his mouth and asked, "S
, the boss seems to be sick."
He was asking for care and love.
"Okay, thank you." Angie raised her eyebrows, nodded with fully understanding, and then closed the door of the elevator.
The receptionist also went back to her position with a frown. She really didn't understand why the president would allow miss an to get close to her since he had a wife.
What was worse, that assistant was Mr. Tim.
It was so puzzling.
The screen turned back. Angie raised her hand and put Cassie's hand down calmly. She said with a smile, "Richie seems to be sick. It seems that we are selfish to eat on our own now."
Cassie kept cursing the person who told her the truth in her mind for a while. Then she smiled and said, "You know, he can only eat light food when he is sick. It seems that it is not good to let him see us enjoy the delicious food."
Both of them were calculating in their hearts, but they were not willing to compromise with each other. The consequences might be that one of them wanted to go in while the other wanted to run out.
They didn't stop until Tim, carrying an urgent document, ran over and saw them push each other.
Then the three persons stared at one another, not knowing what to do.