The Double Life of a Secretary (Leo and Megan)

Chapter 139

Wendy was stunned at that time.

She was not very familiar with Leo. She was just a nobody in the design department, while Leo was a high-ranking president. She had only seen him a few times.

But she recognized the brand of the shirt on him.

In the whole company, he was probably the only one who could afford it.

Wendy froze on the spot. She was the one who insisted on catching the thief, but now that he was Mr. Mayor, it was a little awkward.

She would have offended the big boss if she had mistaken him for someone else.

If she was not mistaken, it was not just a problem of a thief for a man to sneak into a woman's tent in the middle of the night....

While talking, Mr. Mills called, "Wendy, Ms. Reed, I asked everyone to gather together. Are you here to identify the person?"

Leo, who was not far away, frowned when he heard this. "What's wrong? What happened?"

Mr. Mills explained, "Wendy saw a thief in Ms. Reed's tent last night. Only people from our company are in this place, so there must be a mole. Our company will never allow such scum to exist, so we must catch him!"

Leo frowned and glanced at Wendy. "Is there a thief?"

Wendy scratched her head awkwardly. "I'm not sure if he's a thief, but I saw him enter Ms. Reed's

tent!"

Mr. Mills turned around and asked Ms. Reed, "Ms. Reed, did you lose any property?"

"No."

"Then we'll be in trouble," Mr. Mills said worriedly. "It'll be fine if we lose something. But if we ask everyone to open the parcel now, we'll be able to catch the thief. But if that person wants to hurt Ms. Reed..." As he spoke, he raised his head and glanced at Megan.

She saw that Megan was still as calm as before. She did not look too frightened when she heard that there was a thief or philanderer. It was apparent that she knew what was going on.

He glanced at his boss again. He seemed to be busy with something. His cell phone kept ringing, and he had already gone far to pick it up.

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Mr. Mills said, "Wendy, it's a little serious now. You'd better recall the physical features of the other party. You'd better catch him today, or it will be bad for the reputation of Ms. Reed."

It was impossible for Megan not to know that a man had sneaked into such a small tent in the middle of the night.

Moreover, according to Wendy, that man seemed to have been there for a long time.

It was hard not to let people's imaginations run wild.

Wendy knew that things were getting out of hand. She looked at Mr. Mills apologetically and said, "Maybe I see something wrong? Or maybe I'm just dreaming. There's no such thing at all. I'm sorry, Mr. Mills." Mr. Mills still felt that this matter could not be tolerated. "You still have to be careful about this kind of thing. There are many female employees in the company. If we let him go this time, he will be bolder next time and pose a threat to all the female employees in the company. Wendy, is his position higher than you?"

Wendy didn't know whether to laugh or cry. "Please, Mr. Mills, just pretend I never said anything about it, okay?"

"It's too late," Mr. Mills sighed and said, "When I organized everyone to get together just now, everyone knew that someone came into her tent last night."

Wendy wailed and squatted on the ground with her head in her hands.

Mr. Mills continued to ask, "It's okay. Don't be afraid. I'm the manager of the personnel department. No matter how high a position he holds, as long as he does something bad, I have the right to fire him. Even if I don't have enough power, I can ask Mr. Mayor for instructions. From now on, Mr. Mayor can make him get out of here with just a word, and the industry would block him. No other company in Houston will dare to hire him."

While he was talking, someone not far away couldn't wait any longer.

"Please hurry up, Mr. Mills."

"Yeah, wake up in the morning. They are all potential thieves. Hurry up and catch the person to prove our innocence."

Hearing this, Mr. Mills urged Wendy again, "Stop squatting and follow me to identify the person." "Mr. Mills," Wendy was about to cry. "Why don't you deduct my salary? I don't dare to say it."