Victoria Gibson racked her brains and finally thought of a few advantages.
She reached out and pinched her thigh hard, forcing out two tears.
"Mr. Chad, you're so good to me, I can't repay you. Don't say idol; if you spare my life, from now on, you'll be my ancestor!"
"Hmph!" Now that sounds like human speech.
Chad Yakov flicked her forehead with his long finger, turned away, and walked back to sit at his Office Desk.
Leaning on the back of the chair, he began to set the rules.
"First, you're not allowed to meet Freddy Nelson behind my back."
"Second, even if Freddy Nelson wants to see you, you must avoid him."
"Third, if there's any business contact, I must be present." Chad Yakov finished speaking slowly, his dark eyes gazing at Victoria Gibson, emphasizing each word, "Do you remember?"
"I'm just the most inconspicuous programmer in the Programming Department. How could Freddy Nelson want to see me..." Victoria Gibson muttered softly to her finger after hearing his words.
