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

Until she followed her boss into the elevator of this high-rise apartment on Fifth Avenue in Manhattan, Rosie was still despising herself for selling her precious weekend labor for a McLaren P1, and at the same time, she was thinking about waiting until a certain time. On a dark and stormy night, I wanted to drive this super sports car to the place where I used to go racing. When I came back to my senses, the door of the entrance elevator opened with a "ding", and the legendary Iron Man The mysterious lair finally appeared before her eyes.

Compared with the sweet and greasy home decoration style of the Mathers family, this high-rise apartment is more like an exquisite but unpopular model house. Whether it is furniture or decoration, there are no items other than the three colors of white, gray and black. The green plants placed under the floor-to-ceiling windows only had dark gray branches, without any green leaves or red flowers.

Tony entered the room right away, threw Rosie a pair of gray house slippers, then walked slowly into the living room, and threw himself into the beanbag sofa in front of the TV. Turning into a paralyzed older baby, he slowly turned his head, looked at Rosie who was standing at the door, and said, "Secretary Mathers, my study is over there."

The newly released secretary Mathers moved into the room slowly and said, "Then today's overtime work is to use your boss's computer to write code..."

"..." The boss was silent for a few seconds, "help me sort out the files first."

"Oh." Rosie walked to his study in the direction he pointed, and walked out after seeing a few piles of documents stacked high on the desk, "Boss, are you sure, what I need to sort out are these documents ?"

Without looking back, Tony picked up the remote control, turned on the TV, and nodded: "I've been busy saving New York these days, so I don't have time to read the documents. You can sort them out by department. I'll come later Just watch."

Rosie took a deep breath, then walked back to the study, went to the desk and was silent for a minute, then tilted her head, and said to Tony who was sitting on the beanbag watching Allen's talk show: "Boss, I still I want to ask, why do you want me, a classical literature student who has not yet graduated, to be your secretary?"

Tony turned his head to look at him: "Woman, when someone is crying for you, can you find the direction you should go, with a charming face, seductive incense and gorgeous teardrops, proud, step into the holy place Hall."

Rosie: "???"

"Look, you don't even know "A Midsummer Night's Dream." Tony raised his eyebrows, "A college student majoring in classical literature."

Rosie: "..."

"It seems that Miss Mathers is not good at school." Tony said lightly, and turned his head to watch the talk show again.

Rosie, who used to be a master of computer science at Empire State University, clenched her fists, thinking, if she was still the Brooklyn Death Knight back then, she would have already rushed forward and beat the boss into the plastic surgery for two weeks. It's been three days.

"All jobs don't need a professional counterpart, and I didn't graduate with a superhero major." Tony shook his head, "I just happen to like you, and you just don't like me. Easy subordinate-subordinate relationship."

Rosie snorted silently: "Boss, do you expect your subordinates to hate you so much?"

"Is it possible to expect them to like me?" Tony stretched out his right index finger and waved it left and right. "That would not be a relaxed subordinate-subordinate relationship."

Well, it is indeed a very playboy answer, which is irrefutable. I only feel sorry for those female colleagues who are 1.8 meters tall and insist on wearing sky-high clothes to work every day.

Rosie snorted, turned around again, and was about to start her first job as the chairman's secretary, but when she saw those stacks of documents, she felt despair again.

Judging from the signing date of these documents, the boss has indeed not checked these documents for a long time. After sorting some of them, Rosie has already felt that her boss is currently obsessed with the great cause of saving New York and has neglected the daily management of the company. , Among these unspecified documents, there was actually an explanation of the situation two weeks ago. She specifically looked at the signature, it was Ms. Lambert, and then looked at the content, it was about the recent busy work of the HR department, and the application for recruiting new non-staff employees description of the situation.

...It seems that Ms. Lambert couldn't get a reply from the boss for a long time, so she simply picked one of the interns who reported to the Stark Group from Empire State University and went to the personnel department, and the guy who was picked at random, also Just herself.

It's just that this intern who was finally found was cut off by the boss who killed him halfway, and I don't know how Ms. Lambert will feel.

Rosie sighed, and put this note on the top of the document to ensure that the boss saw it first, and it was also a helping hand for Ms. Lambert.

She turned her head and was about to sort out another stack of documents when she suddenly saw an old mobile phone next to the computer keyboard. When she was curious, the mobile phone rang suddenly, and the old Nokia ringtone rang through the study, she hesitated After a few seconds, I turned my head to look at the living room, only to find that the TV in the living room was still on, and there was no one on the beanbag sofa.

She stood up, walked to the door of the study, poked her head out, and saw her boss standing in front of the floor-to-ceiling window, holding a mobile phone in one hand, talking on the phone, and unconsciously twisting the leafless and flowerless green plant next to her with the other hand.

... Rosie finally knew why this green plant had no flowers or leaves.

At this time, Tony also ended the call, turned around with a frown, and happened to meet Rosie who was poking his head at the door of the study. When he was about to speak, Rosie quickly said: "Boss, the Nokia in your study The phone rang."

Tony was stunned for a moment, and then said, "Secretary Mathers, do you still remember what I said, what is the premise of giving you that McLaren p1?"

Rosie nodded immediately: "You said let me do one thing for you."

Tony said seriously: "Okay, now this matter is coming, from now on, that Nokia phone belongs to you..."

Rosie: "..."

Why, give her a car when she lost her car, and give her a mobile phone after she lost her mobile phone. Why is the boss so considerate, but according to the style of the boss giving McLaren p1, this mobile phone should also be given as a Vertu Cobra limited edition.

"This phone originally belonged to my security minister, Hogan Harpy, but you know, he married my secretary, Miss Potts, so no one has handed over a series of things behind this phone. Your task is to help me organize In addition to the routine work of the secretary, such as replying to emails, the most important thing is to get the person behind the phone." Tony continued.

Rosie looked confused: "Is the person behind the phone the director of S.H.I.E.L.D.?"

"..." Tony said, "more terrifying than Fury."

Rosie: "?? Can I handle him?"

"Yes, you just need to tell him, 'No', 'Don't', 'Can't' in the gentle and delicate voice you usually use when facing other people except me. You must be gentle and firm, No matter what he says, he must refuse." Tony said solemnly.

Rosie: "?? Boss, isn't my voice soft and delicate when I face you?"

"Do you want me to tell the truth?" Tony said blankly, "Yes."

Rosie became silent, and she felt as if she couldn't help but collapse her personality in front of the boss.

"But it's okay, I'm used to any gentle and patient people freaking out in front of me, such as Steve, such as Dr. Banner." Tony shrugged, "Now there is something wrong with S.H.I.E.L.D. I gotta get out there, you can get that guy on the phone now, get your papers sorted out, overtime is over for today, you can drive back in that car, remember, keep that phone with you. "

Rosie nodded half-understanding, and was about to go back to the study to deal with the guy who called, when she suddenly felt a red shadow flashing in front of her eyes, she subconsciously turned around following the shadow, but Seeing that the boss, who was still wearing an iron gray shirt, black suit pants, and house slippers on his feet before, has transformed into an Iron Man dressed in tomato scrambled egg color, opened the French windows, jumped down from the balcony, and then the soles of his feet caught fire , rushing to the sky covered with dense clouds.

Rosie, who witnessed the whole process of the boss going to heaven: "..."

Rosie rubbed her eyes, rubbed her temples again, then turned around and went back to the study. The classic Nokia ringtone had stopped ringing, and the old-fashioned mobile phone was still quietly lying next to the keyboard.

Rosie casually picked up the unsealed Dunhill cigarette case from the side of the file, and was about to take out a cigarette to calm the shock after her boss turned into Iron Man and flew away, when her Nokia phone rang again, and between her right fingers Holding the Dunhill, he pressed the call button with his left hand and brought it to his ear. Before he could say "Hello", a youthful voice came from the opposite side:

"Mr. Happy, why haven't you answered my calls recently? I want to ask Mr. Stark if there is anything I need. Yesterday I bumped into Mr. Stark at the Stark Building. He called me Don't just turn into Spider-Man again and say I'll have my suit confiscated one more time, but I'm sure Mister Stark will need me, I just saw some bank robbers in Queens , I feel like I need to..."

"..." Rosie had already slipped the Dunhill she was holding in her right hand from her fingers as soon as the other party spoke. Smiling, he said in a voice so gentle that it made the scalp tingle, "No."

The young man who was about to make a long speech on the opposite side suddenly stopped, and a few seconds later, Rosie heard the young man who had been eloquent before saying in a stammering voice: "You, you, are you Luo...Miss Mathers... ..."

The author has something to say: McLaren p1 is not easy to hold...

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Thanks to the above little fairies for mines, love you =3=