Forced to focus on daily life [Comprehensive English and American]

At three o'clock in the morning, Mr. Mathers, who was abroad, woke up and saw the news of the attack in New York. Regardless of the time difference of several hours, he hurriedly called his daughter overseas to express condolences. Rosie, who was asleep, was woken up by a noise. Less than half an hour after she hung up Mr. Mathers' call, Mrs. Mathers called again. After two phone calls, Rosie, who was not sleepy, Lie back on the pink bed, stare blankly at the ceiling chandelier, and put your phone on silent.

She's been hurt too deeply by the phone ringing lately.

After she was woken up by the alarm clock, she realized that there were already three or four missed calls from strange numbers on her mobile phone. She naturally attributed all the strange numbers that appeared on her mobile phone to the boss. After taking a look, he threw it aside and slowly went to wash up.

It was a rare autumn rain in New York on this day. Through the windows and thin curtains, you could still hear the sound of the rain splashing on the window sill and the grass. The high temperature and dryness are swept away, making people feel the coolness that penetrates from the heart to the skin.

After washing her face, Rosie let out a breath, scratched her hair, then walked to the desk, opened the drawer, pulled out her cigarette case, leaned against the window, and was about to create a cloud of morning mist, when suddenly there was Through the gap in the curtains, I can see the fence downstairs outside the window, listening to a red McLaren P1.

Regardless of the color or shape of this car, it is extremely eye-catching in the gray rain, and in the window of the driver's cab that is slowly lowered, the man wearing brown sunglasses who is looking into her window is even more so. Posting a photo on Twitter can get tens of thousands of likes.

Rosie stared at the car and the people in it, threw the cigarette case on the bed, changed her clothes very quickly, and ran downstairs quickly with her satchel in her hand. After heating the milk, he turned his head after hearing the sound, and just saw Rosie who was changing shoes at the entrance, and called out in English with a thick Southeast Asian accent: "Rosie, breakfast."

"It's too late!" Rosie responded hastily, and then opened the door and ran out. Two seconds later, she rushed back, grabbed the long-handled umbrella hanging on the shelf in the entrance hall, held it up, and ran away. He ran out of his garden.

The raindrops hit the black umbrella surface and splashed onto her feet, slightly soaking her trousers. She ran out of the cab window of the McLaren P1, where boss Tony was smoking. He put the arm holding the cigarette on the car window, exhaled a smoke ring, then turned his head, looked at Rosie who was holding an umbrella, and said, "Your umbrella is too big."

When Rosie went out, she only wanted to take an umbrella, but she didn't notice that it was Mr. Mathers' umbrella. She looked up at the dark umbrella surface, and said, "It's enough to cover the rain."

"It feels like a white woodland mushroom with a black head," Tony said, taking a breath with his arms bent.

Rosie: "..."

Tony laughed a few times: "Miss Mathers refused to answer my three calls, it's a small revenge." He said, patted the passenger seat with the other hand, "Come on, your boss will pick you up in person. You go to work."

Rosie took a deep breath: "If I remember correctly, today is Saturday."

Tony flicked the cigarette butt: "The secretary of the boss doesn't have weekends."

Rosie: "???"

McLaren P1 is a super sports car that is listed as the three great cars together with Porsche 918 and Ferrari. It is known as the ultimate sports car. It is limited to more than 300 units in the world. .

Rosie, a former bad girl, was dragged to the Brooklyn police station by the family members of her former boss after beating her sexually/harassing her former boss. With a wound on her face, she was caught between two fat white police officers Sitting in the back seat of the car, looking around, I happened to see a silver-gray McLaren P1 passing by the police car whistling its siren.

The male policeman sitting next to her whistled and said, "It would take lifetimes to pay for this."

What Rosie thought in her heart was that the driver of this car would never have experienced such a fucking thing as beating up a harasser and being dragged to the police station.

The owner of the McLaren she didn't know in her previous life, but in this life, Mr. Mathers mentioned that several business partners have McLarens, but she didn't expect that when she actually got in this car, she was driven by the boss. Go to work overtime on the day off.

Just thinking about it makes me feel hopeless.

Rosie was sitting in the passenger seat, looking at the front of the car blankly, listening to her boss talking about her work today.

The boss held the steering wheel of the supercar, looked ahead, and turned his head to look at her from time to time: "The thing is, I used to have a secretary. You probably have heard of it. Her name is Pepper Potts. She is a secretary. Very capable lady, but some time ago, she married my security minister and decided to return to the family, so I had to lose my secretary."

Rosie was expressionless: "I'm just a student of classics who hasn't graduated from university, Mr. Stark."

The boss answered irrelevant questions: "Without a secretary, my work and life can be said to be a mess. I urgently need a secretary to organize my work at this stage."

"I'm just a classical literature student who hasn't graduated from college, Mr. Stark."

"Yesterday, accompanied by the head of the department, I visited all the departments of the company. Of course, the first purpose was to condolences to the employees who worked overtime frequently recently. The second purpose was to find a suitable secretary."

"I'm just a classical literature student who hasn't graduated from college, Mr. Stark."

"The most basic duty of a proper secretary is not to aspire to be the proprietress of this company."

Rosie turned her head to look at him. From her perspective, she could clearly see the straight bridge of his nose behind the brown sunglasses and the long eyelashes that almost touched the lenses. To be honest, aside from his financial strength and Iron Man With this dazzling identity, he is still quite a handsome man, and of course, he is also an extremely famous playboy.

At this time, the boss turned his head and glanced at her: "Of course, you are different."

Rosie curled her lips, thinking it was a very old-fashioned dialogue, like the dialogue of a TV series from the 70s and [-]s.

"I can see that you don't like me, or rather, hate me." Tony said with a smile.

Rosie turned her head to look out the window and raised her eyebrows. Although the boss wears sunglasses all the year round, his eyesight is not bad.

"That's right, bumping someone into the hospital for the first time, it really can't leave a good first impression, but things at work can't be decided by simple likes and dislikes, I think you can try to be my secretary. "

When Rosie was about to refuse flatly, he turned his head and glanced at her again: "I heard that you want to be a programmer?"

Rosie suddenly stopped, and slowly turned her head to look at him.

He smiled: "I heard from Ms. Lambert that a female student studying classical literature who seemed weak wanted to be a world-class programmer."

"Don't you think it's ridiculous?" Rosie asked blankly.

"Of course not." Tony shook his head, looked at her again, and smiled deeper, "After all, no one would have thought that I, a stinky arms dealer, would become a superhero one day."

After he finished speaking, the car also stopped. He applied the handbrake, opened the door, and walked out of the small driver's cab. At this moment, Rosie realized that the rain outside had stopped at some point. After that, there was a faint light in the sky, and it all sprinkled on Tony's iron-gray shirt. He stretched his waist and complained in a low voice: "This car is really difficult to drive..." He said, turning his head to look at Rosie, " If you do one thing well for me, I will give you this car as compensation for breaking your car."

Rosie opened her eyes slightly.

"What? You also dislike the difficulty of driving this car?"

Rosie immediately shook her head, and then said incoherently, "I, I'm just a little excited..."

Tony took off his sunglasses, with a slight smile in his caramel-colored eyes, and said, "Why are you excited?"

"Boss, you finally gave me a normal car." Rosie was moved and shed tears.

Tony: "..."

The author has something to say: Rosie is pleased: "Boss, you have finally grown up."

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