Unexpected Encounter with my Boss

Chapter 54

Tiffany was taken aback by Alex's question. She asked him in a small voice, "Didn't you tell me to bring something to take notes?"

She held up her black leather notebook and looked at him innocently. He couldn't help laughing at this.

"I meant your laptop; I can't believe you brought nothing but a notebook along. There's going to be a lot of points you'll need to take down later. Aren't you worried you'll get a carpal tunnel or something?" This was Tiffany's first time attending such a meeting, so she had no experience with these things. Naturally, she hadn't given the matter much thought.

Besides, she only had one laptop-it was one Eric had used during his university days. She usually kept it in her dorm.

Even if she'd brought it along, it probably would've died on her halfway through the meeting. Wouldn't things be even worse then? After some thought, she said, "It's fine. I'm a fast writer."

Vincent, who was sitting in front of them, turned his head slightly to look at them. He told Alex, "Give her mine."

"Yes, sir." Alex didn't stand on ceremony. He got up, took the laptop in front of Vincent, and handed it to Tiffany.

The conference room was silent; several pairs of eyes were focused on Vincent. Occasionally, some curious gazes would land on Tiffany.

It was because they'd never seen Vincent with a female assistant since Lewis Group's inception. This was a rare sight.

she was flustered by these

the laptop into her hands. "Mr. Lewis wants you to use it, so just take it. There's no need to

words. Polite? No, she was just

didn't weigh much as she placed it on her lap. The

didn't take her long to get used to it; her fingers started flying over the

turned his head slightly.

he noticed a

pointed at it. She immediately understood

a whiff of her fragrance. He

was caught off guard by this question. Fortunately, someone was speaking, and their voice was loud enough to cover up Vincent's. The question still made her jolt, though.

being different in the

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he know what she smelled like? Tiffany's mind was almost short-circuited because

the matter slide. He asked, "What do I smell

in conversations about body odors with their assistants during meetings? Vincent looked like he was

face turned crimson. "It's... my