Unexpected Encounter with my Boss

Chapter 102

"Vince," Mandy said sweetly the moment she saw him. She got up and walked over, as if she wanted to give him a hug.

Vincent pushed her aside expressionlessly. His gaze swept over to Tiffany's workstation, which was empty. She hadn't arrived yet.

He walked over to his chair, sat down, and adjusted his cuffs before looking at Charles. "You're here early. Is there something you wanted to see me about?"

Charles raised his eyebrows. He pointed to, Mandy, as if cueing her to begin her performance.

Mandy walked over to Vincent's desk and pointed to Tiffany's seat. "Vince, did you leave that seat specially for me?"

"No!" Vincent answered shortly.

Mandy pouted. "I don't believe you!"

This wasn't the first time she had been to Vincent's office. In all these years, Alex was the only assistant who had won Vincent's approval. If the seat wasn't for Mandy, then whose was it? At that moment, the door to the office was pushed open, and Tiffany walked in.

The moment she entered, three pairs of eyes swung toward her. Startled, she greeted them politely. "Hello Mr. Lewis, Mr. Stewart, and Ms. Stewart."

"Well, if it isn't Mimosa!" Charles laughed. His eyes flicked toward Vincent. Although Vincent looked perfectly calm, Charles could tell from his slightly lifted eyebrows that he was happy. "Mimosa?" Mandy laughed. "Who would ever have such a strange name?"

and said, "My name is Tiffany, not Mimosa. Stop making fun of me, Mr.

and

your staff so arrogant? How could she speak to a client this way? It's so rude!" Vincent ignored her and answered Charles impassively, "Get to the point. If there isn't anything you want to say, we're going to

beat around the bush. "I heard that the assistant who came two days

matters pertaining to

you decide on her acceptance with just a single word?" Charles had been pestered relentlessly by

you agree, I'll sign

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get 60%, and I'll

finger on the edge of his desk,

"Charlie!" Mandy was anxious.

me, 70% for you!

tapping and looked

eyes bulged out of his head.

"20-80." Vincent repeated himself.

once. "30-70

smiled slightly. "30-70 is

on, Vincent. Are you really going to do this to