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Struggling in the Traps Set by My Foreign Boss
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I am the assistant to the president of foreign enterprise, struggling in the heavy traps set by foreign boss. After the meeting, I checked the time and it was almost 7 o'clock. I still had to go home and cook dinner for my boyfriend Zhipeng. In a hurry, I didn't even go to the dressing room. I grabbed my clothes and sat at my desk to start changing.
I took off my blouse and skirt suit, leaving them on the office desk. I hadn't put on a T-shirt and long skirt yet when the office door suddenly pushed open. Boss John stood there, one hand on the doorknob, leaning in to look. I screamed in shock, hurriedly covering the important parts, but I was distracted.
Because of this exposure, I caught the attention of my foreign boss.
The meeting ended and I checked the time; it was almost 7 o'clock. I still needed to go home and make dinner for my boyfriend, Zhipeng. In a rush, I didn't even go to the changing room. I grabbed my clothes and sat at my desk to start changing.
I had taken off my top and skirt suit and laid them on the office desk, but I hadn't put on a T-shirt and long skirt yet. Suddenly, the office door was pushed open, and our boss John, with one hand on the doorknob, leaned in and asked, "Is there anyone else around?"
I screamed in shock, hastily covering up, but it was too late.
"OH, MY GOD!" John blurted out, his blue eyes fixed on my exposed body.
The next day, he apologized to me: "Feng, I'm sorry, I didn't mean to offend you... Please forgive my rudeness, I was just stunned by your beauty."
I don't know why, but being looked at by this foreigner while naked didn't make me feel embarrassed. In fact, I felt a sense of satisfaction and pride when accepting his apology.
Just because he's my boss?
2.
My name is Feng Yun, I'm almost 25 years old.
In the three years I worked at the Chinese branch of this American capital cosmetics brand, I climbed up almost one level each year. I started with in-store promotions, the lowest level, where I used my good image and good skin to warmly approach customers: "Hello, I have always used this brand of cosmetics..." Real-life examples are the most convincing.
My performance soared, and I eventually became the top performer in the entire retail sector. Six months later, I was promoted to project oversight, where I supervised promotions and guided the young ladies in their work. It wasn't until the annual meeting in my first year that I finally met our boss, John. He was tall and muscular, with a prominent nose and a typical Western Caucasian face.
I don't know why, but I can't help comparing him with my boyfriend Zhipeng when I sit below.
I'm willing to believe that Zhipeng is better in that aspect, but in reality, it seems like neither of them are good.
The following year, I became the deputy head of the entire Retail team.
I am qualified to attend meetings of a certain level.
I am gradually catching John's attention.
It is said that John was born in a small town in the western United States, and he obtained a Master of Business Administration from a second-rate business school. He struggled to make it into the management at headquarters, but here, he is an indispensable figure.
3.
When working as a salesperson, we all wore highly recognizable, brightly colored, and uniformly styled clothing. After becoming a supervisor, we started wearing white-collar skirt suits, stockings, and high-heeled leather shoes.
Zhipeng seems to really dislike my professional attire, so I have to change into my own clothes before leaving work every day.
It's not only troublesome, but also makes me feel uncomfortable.
I feel that Zhipeng's mentality is a bit twisted. I encouraged him: I earn more money than you, and my job is more respectable than yours, but I'm still the wife who is being suppressed by you, right?
He was excited at first, but after a while, this trick didn't work anymore.
The day after being sexually harassed, John talked to me, which was both surprising and pleasing.
"Feng, your abilities are obvious to all. You should showcase your talent on a higher platform. I am prepared to report to headquarters and recommend you as my assistant."
Everyone has vanity, and I am no exception.
I appreciate the boss's recognition and support, and sincerely express my gratitude: "Mr. John, thank you!"
"Call me John." He stood up, placed his hands on my shoulders across the table, "Keep it up, I believe in you!" He made a cheering gesture towards me, skillfully disguising the moment when his hands brushed past the prominent "unintentional" bulges on my chest.
I felt a bit embarrassed, but still concealed my emotions.
Soon, the official appointment from headquarters came, and I moved from the public office to a separate area outside John's office.
4.
The best thing about studying in this city for four years is meeting Zhipeng.
I am from Guizhou, and I have two younger brothers, one of whom is my biological brother, and the other is from my stepmother and my biological father. In the second year of junior high, my mother went up the mountain to feed the pigs, slipped and fell from the hillside, and didn't return when it got dark. My father called out to the whole village to search the mountain, and it wasn't until the late night that they found her, but she had already passed away. I was fourteen years old that year, and my brother was only eight years old.
The second year after my mother passed away, my father married my current stepmother, who gave birth to my little brother a year later. To be honest, I can't say my stepmother is bad, as we have no blood relation. My academic performance has always been good, and after graduating from junior high, I entered the top high school in the county. However, our family is poor, and the cost of education is high. My father and stepmother discussed whether they should continue to support my education since I was doing well in school and had been accepted. My stepmother didn't say whether she agreed or not, but her expression was somewhat unpleasant.
I still don't blame my stepmother, only blame the poverty at home. During my three years in high school, I endured a lot: the agony of asking my father for tuition fees, and the agony of facing my stepmother's expression. While others ate three meals a day, I only had two, just to save some living expenses and to avoid the difficulty of asking for money from home. At that time, I was like Haohongmei and Sunshaoping in "The Ordinary World" when they were studying at Huangyuan High School.
After finishing high school, I thought, "This is it." I was already luckier than many girls of my age who dropped out of school early in the mountains. But fate has its ways. When I received the admission letter from Jiangbei University, I didn't know whether to laugh or cry.
If I could sell this admission letter for money, I would not hesitate to do so!
Dad and stepmother kept the lights on all night in the house, they are worried too!
I don't know how my dad and stepmother discussed it, but they agreed to let me go to college. However, there was no excitement or pride on their faces about their child getting into college, only worry and anguish.
Right before I enrolled, my dad handed me a plastic bag filled with both loose and bundled banknotes, saying, "We've borrowed from all the relatives who could lend us money, and we've sold everything in the house that we could. Please don't blame your dad and your aunt!"
I took a cattle cart out of the mountains, then a bus to the county seat, followed by a long-distance bus to the city, and finally a train to Jiangbei University. It took eighteen hours, and all I had along the way was water and dry rations.
After paying the school fees, I had less than 200 yuan in my hand. It took me over three months to save that amount. I eat alone in the cafeteria, and for all three meals, I have a bowl of soup and a piece of bread. For one of the meals, I add 60 cents worth of mung bean sprouts.
I am not happy to be his assistant. I now earn more than him and have a more decent job. I understand a man's self-esteem. He is afraid of being labeled as "living off a woman." My boyfriend Zhipeng is a poor college student from a mountainous area in Sichuan Province.
On the eve of graduation, I saw the most real situation of his family. Their village is located at an altitude of 2600 meters, and the only way to the outside world is a rugged mountain road. In some places, even bicycles have to be pushed to pass through.
There are more than 100 households in the village, with a total of over 500 people. In their village, if you open any old wooden door at random, the room is very dim, and most of the rooms are divided in half. On the left side is the cowshed, with weeds and scattered cow dung on the ground, and a pungent smell in the air. On the other side is where people live, and you need to rely on the light to see the beds, which are basically wooden boards placed on stacked bricks.
Next to the bed is a simple stove made of bricks, with an iron pot on top and firewood burning underneath. This makeshift setup serves as the kitchen, as there are few tables and benches in the whole house. The walls are blackened by years of cooking smoke.
I'm not lying to you, Zhipeng's family is just like this.
The most common thing they eat is boiled potatoes. They rarely eat rice, let alone meat!
That year, Zhipeng was the only college student from their entire village, and his tuition was slowly raised by the people in the village. But I love him, and he loves me. His family only had three low stone houses, but for my arrival, they not only bought a new wooden bed, changed the bedding, set up a new mosquito net, but also got some newspapers from the village chief to cover the dark walls.
At night, he cried while leaning on me. He thought I would turn and leave after seeing the situation at his home, but I gave him unexpected and pleasant surprise. I comforted him and helped him exercise on me.
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