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

In order not to go to work on a motorcycle with the color of Captain America, Rosie got up an hour earlier the next day. After a hasty grooming, she yawned and drove through the thin morning fog in Manhattan from Lexington The residence near the avenue, driving towards the Stark Building.

Manhattan has never lacked all kinds of high-rise buildings, but in this one of the most prosperous places in the world, the Stark Building is still the most special one. From a long distance, Rosie has already seen the one at the top of the building. The very flamboyant Stark Group logo, the rising sun in late summer and early autumn is still warm, giving this building an even more dazzling brilliance.

Rosie parked the car in the garage, stretched herself comfortably, and then slowly opened the car door and walked down. Just as her high-heeled shoes stepped on the concrete floor of the garage, she heard the sound of a motor vehicle coming from behind her. Turning her head, she saw an extremely cool motorcycle galloping from the corner, and then stopped firmly beside her.

The female rider on the motorcycle stepped on the ground, then took off the helmet neatly, and smiled at Rosie: "Rosie, why is the shirt buttoned to the top?"

"It's better to be more rigorous when working..." Rosie touched the button of her shirt, and then looked at the collarbone line exposed by the collar of the shirt under Ms. Lambert's black leather jacket.

In fact, she seldom wears shirts, and she thought it would be better to be more formal when working, so she bought a few basic shirts before the internship, and then buttoned the shirts to the top.

"The Stark Group is not as strict as you think." Ms. Lambert tossed the helmet in her hand, "Why don't you come on a new motorcycle?"

"I..." Rosie suppressed "I still want to live", "Actually, I'm not very good at motorcycles."

The former bad girl Rosie who was smoking a cigarette in her heart was kicking her conscience again: "I am the death knight who can dominate Brooklyn with a battery car!"

Ms. Lambert shook her head and sighed: "Well, it's a pity that the motorcycle with Captain America's color scheme can only eat ashes in your garage from now on."

Rosie laughed dryly.

In all fairness, that motorcycle has an avant-garde shape and smooth lines. Whether it is the color of Iron Man or Captain America, it is very cool. Riding it, galloping on the straight avenues of New York, listening to the sound of the roaring motor, feeling the beating For Rosie, the wind touching her cheeks and pinnae is a kind of enjoyment that goes straight to the bottom of her heart.

...if it wasn't very likely that an oddly shaped villain would drop from the sky.

Rosie followed Ms. Lambert, who took off her motorcycle jacket and revealed a capable professional attire, into the office of the personnel department. The personnel department is located on the 32nd floor of the Stark Building. Income fundus.

Although it's still half an hour before the Stark Group's working time, several colleagues in the office have already arrived first. There are men and women, with exquisite makeup and decent attire. , just like those supermodels who walk the spring and summer haute couture show at Fashion Week.

After they returned to their cubicle, they immediately took out a pair of flip-flops, stuffed their nail-painted feet into the slippers, and leaned back on the chair to breathe out.

Rosie looked at their flip flops, and then at the six centimeter high heels on her feet.

...I always feel that I have been cheated somewhere.

Ms. Lambert stepped on flip flops, holding a document in her hand, walked past Rosie, and patted her on the shoulder: "Don't look, they are taller than you in slippers."

Rosie: "..."

Colleagues expressed their deep condolences to Rosie, who had an accident on the way to work a few days ago. One of the blonde girls even took out a pack of marshmallows from her drawer, saying that eating a little sweet can make her mood better .

Rosie agreed and accepted the gift from her colleague.

All morning, Rosie was gnawing on marshmallows while familiarizing herself with Stark Group's personnel report.

Although she had studied computer for two years before, she only knew superficially about office software such as office, and could only do simple addition, subtraction, multiplication and division. The complicated calculation formulas in the excel sheet were enough to give her a headache. She stumbled and learned a few matching formulas, and felt dizzy. She habitually wanted to touch the cigarette case, and then found an empty one. When she looked up again, she saw Ms. Lambert holding a glass of Starbucks towards her. Shaking.

"Company employee benefits." Ms. Lambert smiled and put Starbucks on her desk.

Rosie hurriedly thanked her, held the cup in her hands, took a sip, and asked, "Do you have coffee every day?"

"The company is very busy recently, and every department is working overtime, so the boss waved his hand and decided that each employee should have a cup of coffee," Ms. Lambert said.

Rosie opened her eyes slightly: "Oh, I know, what are you talking about, the new energy kettle is about to go on the market?"

Ms. Lambert raised her eyebrows: "It's just a kettle, how can it take so much trouble? Recently, the group has a cooperation project with the Wayne Group in Gotham City. Even the HR department has to contact the other party's HR to arrange product departments for both parties. I heard that the other party's boss will come to New York in person to hold a meeting with our boss in the next two days, so every department has been very busy these two days."

Rosie let out an "oh", and felt that the term "Wayne Group in Gotham City" was somewhat familiar.

wait wait wait……

Gotham City?

Wayne Group?

"Don't worry, you just came here for an internship, so there won't be many things to do." Ms. Lambert said with a smile, "However, a group of high school students will come to visit in the afternoon, and I will leave these high school students to you."

Rosie breathed a sigh of relief, nodded, looked up again, and said with some doubts: "Why me...I'm just a new employee..."

Ms. Lambert looked at her with a serious smile: "You are more down-to-earth."

Rosie: "..."

Her dream of becoming a programmer has grown stronger.

When it was lunch break, the group of interns at Empire State University became active again. Everyone was talking about their current situation in a half-dead tone, and praising their superiors in a tone of looking up to the gods. The sentence "I think I may die if I continue to work in the Stark Group" ends.

As a girl who is gentle, shy and full of vitality, Rosie is expressionless while eating the pineapple baked ham in the cafeteria, while quickly typing on her mobile phone: "Every job will not be easy, let alone this Stark Group, everyone come on :)."

A few seconds later, she was swiped by "Rosie is such a good person", "Rosie inspired me", "Rosie is indeed our little sun".

Rosie rubbed her forehead. In fact, she felt that what these colleagues said was the truth.

After the beginning of frustration and chicken soup, the group began to discuss the cooperation project with the Wayne Group in Gotham City, but as an intern, they will not be exposed to the core projects, so everyone knows little about this cooperation project , but a girl said: "I don't know anything about all projects, I only know that the boss of Wayne Group is a very handsome diamond boss."

"Is our boss handsome?"

"Who is richer than our boss?"

"I don't know who is more handsome and who has more money, I just know that our boss is a superhero."

"Yes! Based on this alone, our boss wins!"

Rosie looked at the chat records of her classmates and sighed. She wondered if these classmates would feel a burning pain in their cheeks if one day the boss of the Wayne Group announced his other identity.

Anyway, her task is to receive the high school students who came to visit the Stark Group. At present, it is still safe.

After lunch, Rosie took a nap in the office and walked to the gate of Stark Building at 02:30 pm, waiting for the high school students who were about to come to visit.

Ms. Lambert gave her the phone number of the teacher leading the team. She looked at the time and was about to make a call. When she took out her mobile phone and was about to make a call, she heard a mess of footsteps. She turned her head and saw a group of people wearing uniforms The boys and girls were getting off a yellow school bus one after another. She was still a little curious when she saw a somewhat familiar brown-haired boy jumping off the school bus and saw standing at the gate of the Stark Building. When seeing her, he froze for a moment, then jumped and waved his hand.

"Rosie!" the boy called out to her loudly, "Rosie, it's me!"

Rosie: "..."

No matter how poor her eyesight was, she recognized this boy as Harry Osborn who lived next door to her.

She was about to raise her hand to say hello to the other party, when she suddenly had an ominous premonition.

At this time, Harry was already smiling and walking towards her: "I heard the teacher said that when we were going to visit the Stark Group today, I was still wondering if I would meet you. I didn't expect the first time I saw you." It’s just you, what a coincidence!” He said, turning his head and looking at a teenager who just got off the school bus, “Right, Peter!”

Rosie: "..."

Before her classmates felt the burning pain on their cheeks, she already had the urge to cover their faces.

She is so stupid, in this world, in this company, how can there be absolute safety.

The author has something to say: Rosie, you are still too young, hahahaha.