Chapter 5 — Mistaking a Group of Close Friends for a General Boss

I slowly walked over and picked up the dark blue silk tie. Standing in front of him, I realized - he was very tall, so much so that even when he sat down, his aura overwhelmed me when I was standing. His breath was right in front of me, I could even feel his chest rising and falling with his breathing. I had to bend down so I could wrap the tie around his neck. This position… is almost too much. So close that if I just lowered my head a little, I could touch the tip of his nose. My hands trembled slightly, my fingertips accidentally brushing the warm skin on his neck. At that moment, I clearly felt his muscles suddenly tighten, from a relaxed state to a tense state. He did not avoid it, but instead raised his head slightly, his deep eyes with unknown emotions locked tightly on my confused face. The voice was deep and hoarse, carrying a hint of teasing:

“Don't shake your hands.”

"Assistant Giang, aren't you very good at talking? Why are you so shy when it comes to practice?"

After the fifth time of almost turning the dark blue silk tie into a necktie, Ta Trinh finally felt compassion and grabbed my wrist. His hand was very warm, with light calluses. His palm pressed against the thin skin of my wrist, causing a tingling electric current to run down my spine.

“Assistant Giang.”

He lowered his eyes to look at me, his eyes, which were always as deep as the water of an ancient well, now clearly reflected my red face from stress:

“Are you helping me tie my tie, or are you planning on seeing me pass away?”

I was like a cat whose paw was burned, I immediately withdrew my hand:

"S-sorry, General Manager Ta! I'm too nervous! My skills are a bit poor..."

“Poor skills?”

Ta Trinh chuckled softly and leisurely tied his tie. His movements were so elegant that it was like he was canning a work of art. His long, slender fingers gently bent at the knot, then he raised his eyes and glanced at me:

“I saw that when you sent that crazy sticker, your hands weren't shaking at all.”

Me: “…” You really didn't forget that incident, did you? I knew it right away. This is basically not an opportunity to "promote a salary increase", but a form of sentence execution, devised by this crown prince of the Beijing world! And very quickly, I understood what "money is hard to earn, shit is hard to swallow". Understand why the previous assistant was able to buy a standing train ticket and flee the city at night. Right in the first hour of "taking office", I received a 30-page document titled: 《Manual of General Director Ta's Living Habits》. That was the tearful letter that assistant Tieu Tran passed on to me.

“Giang Giang, you have to remember, General Director Ta looks like a Tang monk who is a vegetarian and recites Buddha's name, but in fact he is not a vegetarian, he eats people.”

Tieu Tran held my hand, her eyes heavy:

“The coffee must be handmade Gesha, the water temperature must be exactly 92 degrees; the humidity in the office must be kept at 45% to 50%; most importantly…”

She leaned close to my ear and whispered in a low voice as if conveying vital experience:

"Absolutely do not stare at his men's rosary beads for more than 3 seconds. That is taboo. Last time, a noble lady tried to touch it, but was immediately thrown out by the security guard."

I lowered my head to look at the document in my hand, feeling like I was holding a detonator. Three o'clock in the afternoon. I received the quest First official: Grinding ink. That's right. In an era where people sign contracts with electronic signatures, this crown prince suddenly felt inspired to... practice calligraphy to calm his mind. The large office is filled with the faint scent of incense. Ta Trinh stood next to the large pear-shaped wooden table, opening the scroll. I stood next to him, my wrist shaking, grinding ink on the stone tablet. But I can't concentrate.