The Woman From Hell

We successfully persuaded Nina to join our company, and she informed us with her actions that our choice had not been wrong. She had completed her tasks beautifully these few times at least. However, I noticed that Nina's mood seemed a little low these few days.

After work that day, I asked Nina into my office so that we could talk alone. I looked at her with a smile on my face. Nina's face was pale when she looked back at me. The dark circles under her eyes that were not obvious before had become clearer, and judging from her face, she looked to have lost weight.

Something must have happened.

Worried that I might scare her, I beat around the bush. "How have you been during this time? Were you able to adapt?"

Nina froze for a moment before she nodded. "Uh yeah, it's good. Everything is good."

"That's good. Your workload has been a bit heavy recently, and you look like you have lost a lot of weight. You can take your time. We're not in a hurry. There's no need to put so much pressure on yourself," I stared at her thin face and said my heart hurt a little.

Hearing this, Nina shook her head again and again and gestured with waving hands. "No, no, no, this is how things should be. I think being able to enhance oneself is good."

"Is that so? I noticed your complexion to be rather poor recently, and you have lost a lot of weight. I can see that the dark circles under your eyes have intensified. I thought it was because we were putting you under a lot of work pressure." I pretended to be casual as I wanted to gauge her reaction.

Nina shook her head. "No, no, I'm very happy to be able to do this job and have learned a lot from it. I enjoy it. You don't have to worry about it, President Lane."

"Just call me Wanda during off-duty hours. Treat this as a chat between friends."

"Okay, Wanda."

she used to wear some makeup more or less a while ago. It was obvious that something had happened to her, so I asked cautiously, "Since it's not because of work, then... is it a private

seemed to become nervous at this. She lowered her head and rubbed her hands together,

not deny it; it seemed I was

my lower lip and lowered my voice again. "What is it? Can

as what she wanted to say was stuck in their

told me something

looked outside; there was

I fixed my gaze on

no one outside.

say, we can discuss it. Isn't it better to ease

don't know...I..."

looked at

lowered her head and

her

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