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.

type; she was flustered by these actions. "No, it's

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

for words. Polite? No, she

very thin and didn't weigh much as she placed it on her lap. The screen's refresh rate was also

to get used to it; her fingers started

whenever he turned his head slightly. This was his first time realizing that her

noticed a mistake

her and pointed at it. She immediately understood him and corrected it. Then, she said lowly, "Thanks, Mr.

fragrance. He

off guard by this question. Fortunately, someone was speaking, and their voice was loud enough to

your fragrance being different in the

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almost short-circuited because of his words. She said dully, "I don't wear perfume, Mr.

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

found it hard to answer. Were there other CEOs who would engage in conversations about body odors with their assistants during meetings? Vincent looked

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

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